I 


SHAKESPEARE'S 
REVELATIONS 


BY 


SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 


Then  all  shall  Know  when  "death"  hath  laid  them 


Shakespeare's   Revelations 

by 

SKakespeare's  Spirit 


Through  the  medium  of  his  pen 
SARAH  TAYLOR  SHATFORD 
Dictated  exactly  as  herein  found. 
No  illiteracies,  no  obliterations, 
chargable  to  the  Medium.  My 
hand  and  seal  hereon. 

W.  S.  In  spirit. 


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Contents 


Ouija  Board  Poems  (3)    9-11 

Sayings  of  W.  S.  In  Spirit  (To  keep  the  hearing  open  to  spirit  voice.  .12-27 

GEMS  FROM  THE  SPIRIT  WORLD    28-45 

Why  I  Am  Here 45 

Preface 47-50 

I  Am  He  Who  Wrote 51 

The  Reason  Why   53 

There    Is    No    Death 54 

Fearless  We  Search  The  Earth .  54 

Divine   History 56 

The  Truth  Regarding  The  Truth 56 

A  Message  To  The  Weary  World 57 

Across    The    Border 58 

To  Critics  Of  My  Pen 58 

To  Lift  The  Veil 59 

To  A  Poet  Who  Could  Not  Die 61 

The   Poet's   Farewell 62 

To  One  In  A  Tomb. 63 

The  Poems  Of  A  Bard 64 

To  Set  The  World  Right 65 

Fourteen  Summers  Have  Passed  Since  I  Saw  England 66 

Found    74 

My  Work  And   I 76 

To  One  Who  Mentions  Shakespeare's  Name 77 

Evil   Spirits    78 

To  The  Man  Of  God 7S 

The   Old    Haunts    79 

Rectitude    80 

What  England  Knows  Today 82 

When  The  Stars  Went  Out 83 

Old    England's    Flower    83 

To  One  I  Love  Still  Through  All  The  Lapse  Of  Time 84 

MY    ENGLAND     86 

May-Day    Home    ' 86 

To  Be  A  Boy 87 

England's   Primrose 87 

My    Song   Today , 88 

The  Immortal  Shakespeare's  Birthday 89 

Shakespeare's    Thanksgiving     89 

The  Spirit's  Harvest    90 

Lonely  On  Earth   91 

I 


Ml.8855! 


Readjustment     

To  Commemorate  The  Passing  of  My  Son »* 

The  Love  Sonnets  Of  Shakespeare »» 

The  Love  Sonnets  Of  Shakespeare  (same  title) 94 

O  Could  The  World  Of  Strife .•  •     94 

You  Look  Upon  Earth's  Beauteous  Womankind 

When  I  Came  To  This  Land 

Why    Love   Must   Live jjjj 

LIFE     ™ 

To  Hold  The  Hand  Of  An  Immortal  Poet 97 

A  PERFECT  SONNET    JJ 

O  World  Where  Earthly  Joys  Abound  So  Fair 98 

When  The  Stars  Go  Out  And  The  Sun  Sinks  Not 98 

Happy  New-Year,   Sarah 99 

O  Leave  The  World  Of  Sin  While  Yet 

There  Is  No  Greater  Self  Than  What  You  Are 100 

A  Sonnet  For  Lovers 100 

A    Sonnet    Of   Love 101 

How  Shall  I  Love  Thee  Who  Have  Writ  These  Leaves 101 

Wake,  Sleeping  World,  Before  The  World  Lies  Dead 102 

When   Love    Shall   Die 102 

O  Could  You  But  Know  The  Rare  Essence   Of  love 103 

Where  Shall  The  World  At  Last  Find  Men 103 

Where  Are  The  Loves  We  Loved  And  Soon  Forgot 104 

Uplift  The  Heart  While  This  Heart  In  You  Beats 105 

ETERNAL  LIFE    105 

We  Have  Come  From  The  Playhouse,  God's  Woman  And  1 106 

When  Mortals  Are  Given  A  Chance  At  The  Last 106 

O  What  Is  More  Dear  Than  The  Hands  That  We  Love 107 

The  Balance  True   107 

Sonnets    Of   Mine 108 

To  All  Lovers   108 

To  My  Love  In  His  Sphere — Wherever  That  May  Be 109 

Speak    110 

Sweet  My  Love    110 

To  Her  At  Last  I've  Come  To  Love 112 

My  Love,  My  Pure,  My  Only  Love 112 

To  Her  I  Love  With  A  Cherishing  Constant  Attendance 113 

A  Nation's  Gloom    113 

Keep  In  Your  Heart  A  Little  Place 115 

A  Long  Time    115 

Communion    Sunday    116 

In  The  Wellsprings  Of  Being 116 

Spirit  Truth 117 

To  A  Harp  Of  God 117 

Our    Burdens    118 

The   Sleeping  World    119 

Your    Sweet   Heart    119 

Take  From  My  Heart  Its  Wealth  Of  Love 120 

When  Love  Is  Young 120 

Enduring  Love   120 

II 


Love  Of  Love 121 

Love's    Sacrifice    122 

Spooks  And  Ghosts    122 

RETURN     123 

Few    Fit!     124 

So  Far !    124 

Eternal    Love    125 

We  Shall  Spill  No  More  Gold 125 

There  Is  No  Cross  Without  Its  Pain 126 

Sex    Attraction    126 

To  The  Source  Of  All  Love 127 

Love's    Emissary     127 

When  The  World  Regains  Its  Sanity 128 

A   Love   Song    128 

The  Fulfilment  Of  Love 129 

Love's    Crucible    129 

The  Value   Of  A   Friend 130 

Hell    A    Reality    130 

Then  All  Shall  Know  When  '"Death"  Hath  Laid  Them  By 131 

Thousands    Of    Millions 131 

When  Will  The  Saints  Come  Home 132 

God's  Best    133 

God  Made  The  Light  And  With  His  Word 133 

Mental  Questions  Read  By  W.  S.  In  Spirit  without  an  error 135 

A   Single   Note    135 

If  The  World  Only  Knew   136 

To  Our  Lady  Of  Lourdes 137 

Obedience    ; 138 

Reinstated     139 

One    Time    139 

Lives   Whorish    140 

Mortal's    Incredulity 141 

Renunciation    141 

Omnipresent     142 

Revealment     143 

Martyrs    143 

TJnfoldment     144 

The   Morning   Hymn    144 

Praise   Of   God    145 

Peace    With    Honor 145 

Somewhere     146 

Sorrow     147 

God    Is    147 

So  Near  Am  I    148 

A   Warrior's  Battles    148 

What  Will  The  Answer  Be 149 

Rejoice    149 

Work  And   Weep    149 

Satan's   Hierarchy    150 

To  Suffer  Is  To  Grow 150 

Years  And  Years  And  What  They  Bring 151 

III 


The  Measuring  Scales   151 

Yours   And   Yours   Alone 151 

Dear    152 

To    The    World 152 

What  Will  The  Answer  Be 153 

When  The  Summons  Comes 153 

When  The  Old  Becomes  New 154 

Floundering  Fools    ("What  Is  Psychoanalysis?")    155 

Fortunate  Fools 155 

Abandoned 156 

The  Heavenly  Host   156 

Workers   Of    Iniquity    157 

All  The   Way 158 

Self-Heroes 158 

Poverty    159 

Give    Me    Room 159 

Eternal    Joy    159 

When  Will  Jesus  Come  To  Earth  Again? 160 

Fooled    Again     16H 

The  Door  Ajar   162 

So  Little  Can  We  Give , 163 

There  Is  A  Land 163 

Poor    Fools    161 

The   Mystic   Shrine    164 

Pangs    Forgot    165 

Deathless 166 

Forgiveness     167 

The   Powers   Beyond    167 

When  Ye  Go  Hence    169 

When  Mortal's  Eyes  Blind  To  The  Light 169 

By  Words  Inspired    170 

The    Only    Way    ..171 

Destiny "...   171 

Thy  Mouth  Is  A  Rose 172 

A    Hymn    Of    Love , 172 

The    Void 173 

Into — Out  of— The  Vast  Beyond 174 

Living  And  Dead   175 

The  "Dead  Sleep  Aye"  Men  Say 176 

Sacrifice    '. .          .   176 

God's   Mill 177 

When  Goodness  Fails  To  Keep  A  Friend . . 177 

I  Would  That  God  Would  Give 178 

PEACE 178 

Kv»>rv  Hand  Holds  Its  Wealth 170 

WOMAN:    A   Tribute    , 179 

Universal    Suffrage    180 

The  Vicar's   Peace 181 

When  Wars  No  Longer  Drag  Men  Into  Graves 182 

Lost  And   Won 183 

As  It  Is  Writ '.'.'.'.'.'.'.  183 

IV 


Answered    1 

The   Wakeful    Dead 18b 

Look   at   Belgium ly7 

A  Lasting  Peace  18 ' 

The  Wars  Of  The  World •  •   188 

ShaU  The  War  Work  The  Miracle  Of  Christ 1 

"Peace,   Be   Still  .    .    ." 1 

The  Jews  Restored 1 

The   Invisible   Foe    1°0 

My    Humble    Supplication 1 

War's    Toll    l^2 

War's    Tragic    Game 1 

Fiends 193 

Arch    Fiends 194 

Restoration     1 

Fortunes  Of  War 195 

Cleansing    Fire    195 

Divinity 196 

Foes  Of  The  Dark    197 

Buried   Alive 197 

Remake  The  World,  O  God 198 

Charity 198 

Malediction's    End    5  90 

Reconstruction 200 

Mercy    200 

Great  Questions  Mark   The   Hour 201 

Time's    Garland 202 

The  Broken  Bound    202 

To  Those  Who  Have   No   Chance 203 

The  Burthen  Of  Loss 203 

This  Is  The  Day  When  Fears  And  Hate  Hold  Sway 204 

The  Spirit  Which  Longs  To  Be  Free 205 

United 205 

Warriors   206 

A    Soldier's    Orison    206 

Fallen  Thrones 207 

Liberty   Or   Death    208 

A  Hero   208 

"Out-There"    209 

Shunned     209 

The  World  Victorious 210 

Out    Of    The    Past 210 

Mother  And  Her   Own 211 

Mercy    212 

Fools 212 

The   Enemy    213 

The  Earth  A  Moon? ... 214 

The    Dying    Soldier     2 

To  The  American  Red  Cross : 215 

To  Be  Or  Not  To  Be,  THAT  (This)  Is  The  Question 215 

The  Ploughshares  And  The  Swords  216 


A  Prophecy   217 

Why  The  World  Forgets 217 

What  WiU  The  World  Be  Then? 218 

Remake — Restore    218 

Under  The  Red,  White  aud  Blue  (song)   To  The  American  Red  Cross: 

Donation 219 

At  Last  The  Huns  Have  Met  Their  Fate 220 

A  Requiem  For  Those  Who  Die 221 

Belgium 221 

A  New-Year  Prayer 221 

One  King,  One  Land,  One  Song 222 

There  Is  A  World  When  Men  Are  "Dead" 222 

To   Give    223 

Seekers    223 

The  Mountain   223 

The   Reapers 224 

"The  Invisible  Balance  Sheet"    ( With  Acknowledgment) 224 

"If  There's  A  God" 225 

O  JUSTICE  With  Thy  Scales  Unseen 225 

Wonders  And  Signs   226 

In   The   Wellsprings   Of   Being 226 

What    Purpose?    226 

"Ye  Cannot  Bear  Them  Now" 227 

Salvation 228 

O  When  The  Cheek  Of  Early  Dawn 228 

Thy  Heritage  229 

"Behold  I  Stand  At  The  Door,—" 229 

A  Cross  Of  Gold 229 

The  Downward  Path   230 

The  Patience  Of  God 231 

To  231 

Where  Shall  Jesus  Find  The  Table  Spread  For  Him 232 

When  All  The  World  Now  Living  Sleeps 232 

Sorrow's   Crown    233 

The   Test    233 

The  Potter  And  The  Clay 233 

The    Poets 234 

Spurious   Gems    234 

To  A  Poet  Clown :  Sarah 234 

Things   We   Need 235 

Where  Worlds  Divide   235 

A  Renegade's  Portrait  Of  Himself 236 

How  Can  You  Know? 236 

Man's    Sin 237 

The  End   Of  Time 237 

The  Hills  Of  God 238 

The  Glory  Of  God 239 

God's  Love   239 

God's  Word 240 

What    Gain?    240 

Give  God  His  Due 241 

VI 


"The  Way  .  .  .  The  Truth  .  .  .  And  The  Life" 241 

"The  Dawn  Of  A  Perfect  Day" 242 

The  Law    242 

"Thou  Shalt  Not  Steal" 243 

"Thou  Shalt  Not  Commit  Adultery" 243 

The   Forever      244 

Take  Me  And  Let  Me  Live,  O  God,  Most  High 245 

"The  Best  Woman  In  The  Bible"    ( W.  S.'s  idea  of : ) 245 

"Go,  And   Sin  No  More" 240 

Increasing  Store   247 

The   Adjustment 247 

Why  Is  The  World  All  Wrong? .   2-!S 

Plea   For  Harmony    248 

The   Fallen   Priest    2 19 

Give  Me  A  Chance 250 

Jesus'  Wonderful  Love 250 

Faded   Flowers      2.~1 

To  Call  In  Vain 251 

'The  Advantage   Of  A  Handicap'' 252 

Where  Shall  We  Find  God? 252 

What  Will  The  World  Give  You? 253 

Peace  (To  Father ,  Priest,  from  W  S.) 254 

The  Priest's  Penance 255 

Holy  Of  Holies 255 

Inheritance    255 

A   Cross 255 

The  Secret  Chest 256 

Each  Answers   256 

To  The  Blind 257 

His  Holy  Name 25S 

His  Everlasting  Glory   259 

The    Voice    250 

Praise    260 

A  Christ-Like  Love , 261 

Debt  And  Debtor   261 

"Our  Poverty  And  Jesus" 262 

"Now  I  Lay  Me  Down  To  Sleep" 263 

Riches  Without  Wings 263 

When  Earth's  Annointed  Walk  With  Hi-m 264 

O  Saintly  Light  Which  Pours  Across  The  Night 264 

The  Thief  On  The  Ooss 264 

MOTHER  OF  GOD   264 

When  The  World  Is  Ready  For  The  Saviour 265 

God  Will  Save  His  World 266 

The   Beacon   Light 266 

The   Poor    , 267 

"Sower   Went    Forth" 267 

Sorrows  Of  Women 26,9 

The    Dying    Saviour 26,9 

Easter  In  The  South 269 

Exercises  in  "stringing"  ...  to  keep  in  touch  with  the  voice 270 

VII 


Hell's    Spirits    271 

HAIL,  BKRNHARDT !     LA  VIE  DE  FRANCE  ! 271 

Who    Shall    Say? 272 

Rhymes  And   Jingles 272 

An   Orchestration  In   Words   Instead   Of  Notes : 273 

Adieu     273 

"The  Wisest  Word"   274 

On  The  Death  Of  -       — 274 

To  The  Old  General  Who  Has  Fought  Many  Battles 275 

Prayer   276 

".    .    .   By   The   Still   Waters" 276 

Never !   277 

Where  Shall  We  Go?    278 

O  For  The  Wonderful,  Wonderful  Past 278 

The  Value  Of  Sin 279 

The  Peace  of  Christ    (Prose) 282 

Great  Men :  To  His  Countryman,  The  Hon.  Arthur  J.  Balfour,  British 

Wrar   Commissioner    (Prose) 284 

Great   Men    (Poem)     286 

First  Experiences  After  the  Change  Called  Death   (Prose) 28G 

The  Mysterious  Portal    ( Prose) 291 

Two  Worlds  One 293 

Spirit    Memory 296 

Misguided    Love    299 

The  Sex  Relation   301 

Intellect  And  Spirit  306 

A  Spirit's  Feelings  308 

Is  A  Soul  Conscious  Of  The  Change  Called  Death 309 

Why  So  Few  Mortals  Are  Adequate  For  Spirit  Use 311 

The  Glory  Of  Spirit 313 

The  War  As  Seen  From  The  World  Of  Spirit 317 

Extracts  From  "Care  Of  The  Body" 323 

The  Crannies  Of  The  Mind 326 

Insanity,    And   The   Mental   Deficient 328 

What  Is  The  Meaning  Of  Death — For  Human  Life  As  A  Whole 331 

What  Is  The  Meaning  Of  Spiritual  Development 3&3 

Why  Spirits  Do  Not  Reincarnate  As  Mortals,  But  As  Spirits 337 

Reincarnation     339 

Sir  Oliver  Lodge's  "RAYMOND"  After  Reading 341 

Magazine   Article   After   Reading 342 

On  Theosophic  Teachers  And  The  Cult.    W.  S.  In  Spirit 343 

Care 344 

What  Can  The  World  Sn.y  (Personal  Remarks  to  S.  T.  S.  from  W.  S..  .   346 

To  The  Spirit  Whose  House  I  Occupy 347 

Eden    .' 349 

Searchers     349 

The  Bolted  Door 350 

Onward  And   Upward 350 

Au    Revoir    351 

Saved    352 

To  Lufbery— The  American  Ace 353 

VIII 


Joan  Of  Arc    353 

Souls 354 

The  Star  In  The  East 355 

God's  Love  355 

One  With  Thee   356 

The  Life  Line   356 

Reconsecration  357 

The  Yankee's  Prayer   358 

Past   Mortal    Trials 359 

Sometime    359 

Flood-Tide 360 

Fate?   360 

Whon  You  Shall  Find  No  Path 360 

When  Gentle  Shakespeare  Came  to  Me 361 

I  Am  "Sweet  Shakespeare"  Still,  If  Such  I  Wore 361 

W.  S.'s  Favorite  Hymn 302 

Eternal  God  From  Whom  I  Came 362 

O  To  Be  One 363 

Holy    Wrath    363 

Daybreak    364 

When  Wars  Have  Done 364 

Works  Or  Deeds 365 

Repentance  365 

Who  Will  Care? L 366 

Following    360 

Hope    367 

O  What  Would  You  Give? 367 

Take  From   My   Heart  Every   Malice 368 

Let  Us  Not  Despair 368 

"Unhealthy   Optimism"    (Criticism  of) 368 

"The  Stingy  Receiver"    369 

Foes   Of   War 369 

The  Strife 370 

Kings   And   Kingdoms    371 

The  Balance  True    372 

The  Wanderer  372 

Oh — Oh — Oh    373 

A  Lasting  Good 373 

All    374 

Fortune  374 

Go  Then,  Be  Wise 375 

An  Army  Of  Foes  At  Hand 375 

The  Invisible  Foe  376 

Marital  Miseries   377 

Make  Me  A  Place  O  God 378 

Wake,  O  My  Soul 378 

Begin    Again    378 

A  Leaf  379 

The  Setting  Sun   (unfinished ) 379 

The  Sleeping  World   379 

Charity    380 

IX 


In  Thy  Care  381 

Get  In  Line 381 

"Thou  Shalt  Not  Commit  Adultery" 382 

Save  Thy  Soul   383 

Esteem    384 

Fret  Not,  The  World  Will  See  The  Light 384 

Wake,   Sleeping  Dead    385 

Shorter  And   Swifter  Flows  The  Outgoing  Tide 386 

There  Is  A  Land  Where  All  Men  Find 386 

The  Risen  Lord    387 

A  Cross  No  Loss 387 

Whence?    388 

The  Sins  Of  The  World 389 

Far   And    Near 389 

The  Rescue 390 

Awing    390 

Faith    391 

The  Prodigal  Son 391 

When   Men   Shall  Know 391 

The  Glory  Of  His  Mission 391 

Along  The  Road  To  God 393 

How   Long?    393 

Fouling  The  Nest 394 

Summertime    In    The    Heart 394 

Thine 395 

Take   His   Hand 395 

Come  To  Me   396 

Jesus'    Woes    396 

All  Praise  To  Thee 397 

The  Soul's  Cry   397 

In  The  City  Of  God 398 

Tell  It  All 399 

O   King   Divine 399 

Old  Glory   400 

Along  With  The  Tide 401 

When  The  Cows  Return  to  Roost  (The  Huns  Speaking) 402 

To  Keep  Awhile  The  Oldtime  Thoughts 402 

Make  Me  Some  Place,  O  God,  Where  I  May  Rest 403 

Exercises  to  keep  the  hearing 403 

Shakespeare's  Letter  to  Sir  Oliver  Lodge i 409 

To .     Through  S.  T.   S.    A  Bond  Of  Gold 410 

When  I  Was  Twenty-One 411 

Higher   Powers 411 

Harmony 412 

Signs  Of  The  Times 413 

Liberty    414 

In  Memoriam 414 

Destiny    415 

Sowing    And    Reaping 416 

The    Giver    416 

Wilde  Once:  But  Wild  No  More .417 


A  Spirit's  Prayer   41S 

The  Christian's  God  41 8 

The  Ritual  Of  Spirit 419 

To    A    Southern   Rose 420 

Repentance 420 

The  Meaning  Of  Power 421 

The  Bird's  Cradle-Song 422 

The    Messenger    422 

Thousands  And  Millions   423 

To  ,  Author  of  "Dead  Authors" 424 

The  Vassal   426 

When  You  Gave  Me  Your  Heart 426 

To   Palladino    427 

Hubbards,  Nova  Scotia   428 

A  Lover's   Wish    428 

The  Worst  Woman   In  The  Bible 429 

When  Gifts  Are  Given  Mortals  Here 429 

A  Word  Of  Praise 430 

"Behold,  I  Stand  At  The  Door" 430 

"Consider  The  Lilies  Of  The  Field 431 

Vision     432 

A   Garden   Celestial    432 

W.  S.  To  Perverts :   (His  own  title) 433 

A  Flute  Of  God 434 

The  Rose  Of  Paradise 434 

When  We  Look  At  The  World 435 

While  The  Good  Must  Pay 435 

When  Shall  Men  Rise  To  Do  God's  Will 436 

The  New  Born  Year 437 

Faithful  And  True  437 

Messages  For  The  Soldiers 438 

Self-Abnegation    439 

Angels    En    Passant 440 

Peace    441 

Wounds    441 

Fountain  Of  Life 442 

Sacrifice 442 

A  Bird  443 

No  More  ( Song) 443 

A  Lover's  Kiss   ( Song) 445 

Hearts  Aflame   445 

To  The  Winds  And  The  Sea 446 

Heaven's  Hold   446 

Resolve 447 

Help  Me  To  Pray 447 

Brothermen 448 

Love's  Birth  Renewed 448 

I  Shall  Know  Him    (Song) 449 

Have  You  Any  Use  For  Jesus?   ( Song) 449 

Come  And— See  (Song)    450 

Waiting  At  The  Door  ( Song) 450 

XI 


When  Jesus  Shall  Call  Me  His  Own  (Song) 451 

Lost  In  The  Wilderness   (Song) 451 

The  Love  You  Have  Found  In  Jesus   ( Song) 452 

There  Shall  Be  No  Night  With  Jesus  (Song) 453 

Harvest  Of  Thorns  453 

The  Grace  Of  Gud 454 

This   Is  Thine 455 

On   A   Willow-Bough    ( Song) 455 

Spring's  Joyous  Notes 456 

Christ   Of   Peace 456 

Just  A  "Stringing  Exercise" 456 

A  Lover's  Last   Request 457 

The  Fate  Of  Poets     458 

Birth   Of   Light 459 

Pre-Science 459 

Bethlehem's  Star    ( Song)    459 

Song   460 

The  Late  Arrivals  460 

Heavens  And  Hells 461 

Christmas  Tidings 462 

Sundown    462 

Be  Not  Afraid   463 

The  Light  Of  The  World z  464 

When  The  Morning  Breaks 464 

Faith   ( A  sermonette)    465 

Spectres  467 

To  My  Spouf 467 

Researchers     468 

The  Ordeal   470 

Thanksgiving 470 

The  Lost  Chord  (Song) 472 

The  Song  Never  Sung  ( Song) 472 

A  Child's  Prayer 472 

From    Whence? 472 

To  The  Aerialists 473 

To  Scientific  Researchers  Psychical 474 

One  King,  One  Throne 475 

BRITAIN'S   DAY    475 

TO  SEARCHERS  OF  GOD'S  WISDOM 476 

TO  GOD'S  ELFX3T  47fi 

A  Final  Word  ,                                                                              479 


XII 


TO  MY  MOTHER 

God  made  all  women  fair;  thee,  He  made  fairest. 
Oh  gentle,  kind,  forgiving  to  the  last! 
In  memories  fond  I  feel  your  arms  around  me : 
These  bind  and  hold  me,  through  the  eons  past. 

To  search  on  high  until  I  find  and  greet  thee, 
To  hear  once  more  the  name  I  know  you  love, 
Here  have  I  served  until  my  past  is  mended, 
To  wipe  away  your  tears,  and  be  with  you  above. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 
Xmas,  1918.  (Through  Sarah  Shatford) 


"FOREWORD" 

To  the  one  who  has  compiled  for  ine  these  lines  111  speak 
for  her  these  words. 

She  has  been  mine  instrument  indeed,  varying,  immobile  as 
ever  a  spirit's  tool  is,  yet  strained  not  at  all,  never  snapped  & 
string  while  working  out  this  volume  in  words  here  spoken  in 
her  right  ear,  outside  the  body,  by  her  side,  inside  the  mental 
equipment  truly,  opening  one  door  after  another,  through  her 
work,  (as  she  progressed  we  moved  higher  let  me  say)  until 
we  could  reach  her  audibly  anywhere,  anytime  whatever. 

To  those  who  revile  a  medium  I  wish  to  speak  here  for  the 
rest  of  time,  which  is  God's  eternity.  To  brand  the  culprit 
who  defames,  underestimates  the  instrument  through  which 
his  work  is  accomplished,  stigmatized  in  spirit  as  foul  and 
poor,  I  take  this  place  to  proclaim  of  highest  value  in  the 
sordid  world  at  this  hour  a  living  electric  charged  battery 
connecting  the  unseen  living  with  the  seen  dying  verily 
through  whose  currents  magnetic,  spirituelle  (above  all  this) 
attuned  to  higher  sounds  than  grovelling  mortals  hear,  we 
work,  and  all  must  work,  for  Spirit. 

To  pettifoggers  who  declaim  and  spume  at  length  a  mess  of 
balderdash  to  befuddle  the  seeker  of  truth,  proclaiming  no 
advance  where  worlds  divide,  I  say,  who  spell  through  her 
these  lines,  Avaunt  dissembler:  you  who  know  the  truth  and 
lie  to  shield  your  muggy  braincells  under  a  cloak  of  Science, 
you  fool  not  any  but  yourself.  Your  work  must  live  and  you 
must  live  and  see  its  purility  from  spirit  who  evade  the  heart- 
wrung  cries  and  pleadings  of  a  torn  world  bereaved  at  loss 
which  may  be  gain  were  all  facts  known  we  could  make  known 
had  we  the  power  to  shield,  protect,  find  such  wires  as  we 
employ  who  write  hereon  through  ear  in  tune,  applied  as 


taught  by  me,  the  shade  of  Shakespeare,  whom  the  world  has 
never  derided,  but  loved  and  called  a  poet  up  to  now. 

I  caine  to  this  one  in  a  seance  where  she  sat  to  learn  if 
death  were  true.  I  lost  no  chance  in  taking  her  in  hand.  I 
gave  as  much  as  ever  here  I  took.  And  yet  I  claim  niy  debt 
has  not  been  met.  I  still  must  pay.  And  pay  I  will,  if  men 
who  cry  against  God's  plan,  will  heed  my  words  spelled  with 
lips  no  longer  foul,  and  give  to  Him  Who  gave  His  Son  to 
teach  all  mortals  life  could  not  end  here,  but  man  must  be 
for  all  I  know  throughout  His  time,  the  same  in  spirit  as  when 
his  breath  he  ceased  to  draw:  living  an  entity  close  to  the 
earth,  in  sight  of  woe,  unless  he  mend,  while  there  is  time, 
his  soul. 

We  carry  here  the  man  we  were.  Our  longings,  likes,  some 
hatreds,  as  of  yore.  And  I  who  wove  my  rhyme  am  he,  the 
same,  except  for  my  soul's  tears.  To  all  who  yearn  to  know 
if  still  man  lives  without  his  bones,  I  say,  COMPLETE.  He 
dies  never.  His  ashes  are  the  remnants  of  his  suit.  I  have 
my  whiskers  still. 

To  those  who  love  and  read  me  still  I  would  a  tithe  I  could 
return  of  your  heart's  wealth  who  speak  these  words  to  save 
your  love  unblemished  when  as  souls,  ay  spirits,  ye  come  before 
the  Lamp  whose  sacred  incense  if  ye  are  will  burn  with  love 
but  His  Divine,  and  rise  on  high  where  is  His  sacred,  Holy, 
pure,  Almighty  hand,  out  of  whose  chalice  ye  were  sent  to 
praise  His  Holy  Name. 

SHAKESPEARE  In  Spirit 

Through  my  treasured  humble  clairauclient,  Sarah;  the  only 
medium  through  whom  I,  as  spirit,  have  worked  at  words." 
(Dictated  by  the  spirit  August  14th,  1919.) 


Shakespeare's  Revelations 

BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

(Three  poems  written  through  the  Ouija  Board,  Dec.  19th, 

1916, in  the  space  of  one  hour's  time  before  breakfast, — I 

heard  the  voice  on  Dec.  22nd,  same  year    .     .     and  have  not 
used  the  board  since.)     S.  S. 

I.     PEACE  AFTER  WAR. 

II.     A  sonnet:    HEAVEN  IS  A  PART  OF  LOVE  etc. 
III.    WAR  NO  MORE. 

PEACE  AFTER  WAR 
When  wars  have  done  and  peace  is  come,  and  to  a  wounded 

world  no  longer  torn 
By  cannonshell,  or  doubts  or  fears,  there  conies  sweet  rest,  new 

born, 
To  solace  hearts  and  make  men  see  how  traitorous  their  itching 

greed, 
O  What  a  World  wherein  to  live,  where  each  man  shares  his 

brother's  need ! 

When  useless  wars  and  greed  no  more  shall  tear  men's  hearts 

or  take  their  souls, 
Then  shall  this  world  be  heaven  indeed,  when  men  have  steered 

clear  of  war's  shoals, 
And  from  a  height  where  all  obey  the  mandates  of  a  King 

Supreme, 
A  Light  shall  shine  to  guide  their  ways,  and  make  of  life  one 

long  sweet  dream! 

When  mortals  see  that  life  is  given  to  bless  by  One  Who  knows 
no  greed, 


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When  mankind  sees  his  lifetime  spent  in  serving  as  his  God 

decreed, 
The  poor,  the  halt,  the  blind,  the  lame,  who  need  a  brother's 

succoring  hand, 

9  what  a  privilege  to  be  born  to  serve  his  God  on  the  earthland ! 
7/hen  all  that  live  are  gathered  in,  and  all  that  serve  are  given 

place, 

Where  is  no  war  nor  murderous  strife,  and  all  must  look 

into  His  face, 
Then  will  men  see  the  uselessness  of  serving  gods  of  their  own 

make, 

And  beg  their  Maker  but  to  kneel, — the  humblest  place  to  let 
them  take. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  Through  S.  S.  (The  Ouija  Board.) 
Dec.  19th,  1916. 

II.  Sonnet :  HEAVEN  IS  A  PART  OF  LOVE  etc. 
Heaven  is  a  part  of  love  which  God  has  given 
To  be  forevermore  the  birthright  of  each  soul, 
If  they  but  choose  to  love,  by  love  be  driven, 
And  claim  their  right  to  share  in  Love's  great  whole! 
Heaven  is  the  place  of  love's  existence: 
'Tis  here,  'tis  there, — wherever  love  may  go! 
Its  boundless  shores  so  vast  as  mortal  sense  is, 
Increased  abundance  finds  in  spirit's  glow! 
Then  when  thou  reachest  out  to  take  thy  blessing 
A  God  of  Love  in  bounty  doth  provide, 
Be  sure  thy  storehouse  by  great  cubits  measured 
Shall  hold  full  all  that  thou  canst  scatter  wide : 
For  God's  own  love  unfathomed  as  the  sea  is, — 
Unceasing  as  its  everlasting  tide. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  Through  S.  S.  (Written  three 
days  before  hearing  the  voice,  and  with  the 
Ouija  Board.)  Dec.  19th,  1916. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  H 

III.  WAR  NO  MORE. 

War  no  more,  oh  gentle  people! 
Time  has  come  for  war  to  cease. 
Go  about  your  daily  duties; 
Time  has  come  for  peace!     .    .    . 

Drag  the  cannons  home  behind  you; 

Leave  the  gore-soaked  fields; 

Battles  for  all  time  are  over; 

Love,  her  sceptre  wields. 

Give  the  Nations  all  their  freedom; 

Take  no  toll  of  tears: 

Leave  behind  all  sordid  feelings 

Of  war's  wasted  years! 

Give  the  women  back  their  firesides; 

Give  to  men  their  work  again. 

Take  the  blasted  crops  and  plant  them, 

With  your  monuments  of  pain. 

Tell  the  children  of  their  fathers 

Who  will  not  come  back  again! 

Tell  the  widows  of  their  heroes 

Who  were  by  war's  cannon  slain ! 

Give  as  heritage  to  Nations 

All  the  memories  foul  and  black; 

Give  their  devastated  cities 

To  the  ones  who  want  them  back! 

Take  the  orphans  and  uprear  them: 

Tell  them  what  you  think  you  can : 

Then  go  forth,  ye  warring  Nations, 

And  be  brothers,— man  to  man. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  Through  S.  S.  Dec.  19th,  1916. 

Written   through  the  Ouija   Board,   three 

days  before  hearing  the  voice. 


12  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

SAYINGS  OF  W.  S.  (In  Spirit) 
"Get  your  stick  (pencil)  and  make  me  a  poem." 
"Writers  and  dogs  with  fleas  have  to  scratch  and  make 

ends  meet." 

"Wily-nily  is  a  poor  master  and  a  poorer  hireling." 

"Thought  is  a  force;  but  who  can  force  a  thought?" 

"A  flower  seldom  blossoms  either  before  or  after  its  time." 

"A  toadstool  makes  poor  shelter  from  the  rain !" 

"Scandal  travels  faster  than  light.    But  a  poor  woman's 

virtue  assailed  is  a  lightening  stroke." 

"Work  is  a  blessing  and  idleness  a  curse.    Yet  who  prays 

for  the  blessing  and  despises  the  curse." 
"To  hatch  wings  is  given  even  to  worms." 
"A   bee's   honey   every   man   can   smack   but   only   a   poet 

reveres." 
"The  dove  is  a  love-bird,  and  true ;  but  its  nest  is  invaded  by 

the  owl." 

"A  serpent  is  wisdom;  and  "wise  as  a  serpent"  oft  said. 

Without  legs  it  crawls  on  its  belly,  its  weapon  venomous  and 

hidden  in  its  head." 

"Too  much  learning  makes  a  dolt." 

"Fortune  and  favour  ruins  more  souls  than  poverty." 

"Pigs  and  sows  have  no  need  of  gloves." 

"A  man  never  wants  anything  he  has  denied." 

"If  you  give  your  soul  to  a  man  instead  of  giving  it  to  God 

he  will  knock  it  around  like  a  cricket-ball." 

"They  (the  soldiers)  are  marching  quick  time  into  the  wil 
derness  of  heaven  (so  called) 

"Oh  do  not  write  this  silly  stuff- 
It  all  is  Shakespeare's  Bill. 
Just  make  it  out  and  send  it  in, 
And  pay  it  Shakespeare  Will." 

"A  whore  and  a  leech  are  related  nearer  than  first  cousins." 
"Silence  a  woman  and  she  is  you  enemy.  Let  her  loquacious 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  13 

tongue  wag  both  ways  and  reprove  her  not,  and,  thinking 
herself  admired  she  will  be  your  friend." 

"Poke  a  hornet's  nest  if  you  want  to  be  stung." 

"Letters  of  fire  made  no  actress  for  me." 

"To  write  a  good  play  three  things  store  away:  food  for 
thought,  bits  of  plot,  odds  and  ends  of  what  not.  Sort,  and 
dabble  in  these  whatever  will  please  'till  the  world  calls  it  rot.." 

"Worship  is  of  two  kinds.    Outward  and"  inward." 

"The  lamb  and  the  lion  are  in  the  spirit  peaceable;  but 
there  are  preying  wolves  seeking  the  unguarded  both  in  spirit 
and  earth  planes.  So  beware,  my  lamb." 

"The  flowers  of  the  kingdom  are  all  in  one  bouquet.  The 
humble  ones  have  their  virtue,  and  the  beautiful  ones  their 
poison,  sometimes." 

"No  bronze  typifies  the  spirit.  How  do  you  account  for 
this?" 

"Jesus  of  Nazareth  wras  the  world's  greatest  medium.  But 
He  heard  the  voice  of  satan  in  the  wilderness  as  well  as  His 
Father's  voice.  Evil  and  good  abounds." 

"So  called  "dying"  does  not  alter  anything,  but  separates 
rather." 

"Much  of  my  work  (Shakespeare)  should  be  burned  and 
future  generations  purified  thereby." 

"Work  no  iniquity ;  for  it  is  eternal." 

"Spare,  bear,  and  free  thy  spirit  future  care." 

"To  walk  with  the  angles  who  aspires?  To  sit  with  mongrels, 
and  feast,  is  man's  aim  on  earth,  as  we  see  from  the  spirit- 
side." 

"Told  a  thousand  thousand  times  my  faults  to  save  man 
kind  !" 

"Sobriety  is  a  blessing  which  endures,  ay,  past  "the  end"." 

"Foisted  on  man's  soul  the  crimes  he  has  done  his  enemies." 

"Revenge  is  sweet"  men  say.  But  where  one  meets  his  debt, 
he  finds  not  one  escapes  vengeance." 


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"Mercy  and  charity  are  His  only." 

"To  escape  many  have  tried  but  none  found  possible." 

"When  a  spirit  finds  himself  naked  he  longs  for  raiment. 
This  is  awarded  as  his  first  blessing." 

"If  men  would  discover  the  soul  let  these  seek  aright.  It 
will  not  be  found  at  the  dissecting  college." 

"Wherever  man  turns  he  looks  God  in  the  face,  yet  he  sees 
Him  not  in  himself  until  it  is  too  late." 

"A  reviler  and  a  tempter  are  the  same ;  both  spoilers." 

"The  courageous  need  no  armor.  A  daring  spirit  is  pro 
tected  by  Divine  Justice." 

"Criminals  with  stripes  behind  prison  walls  pay  their  pen 
alties;  but  there  is  a  prison  without  walls  which  is  found  by 
the  spirit  who  has  not  paid  and  is  guilty." 

"When  we  become  spirit  we  seek  to  elevate  through  our 
experience.  To  save  others  we  come,  since  ourselves  we  did 
not  save." 

"Some  puny  puke  would  spue  a  plot  or  play 
To  set  the  world  agog?    Ah  well-a-day. 
Where  he  must  pass  when  he  shall  fare  from  earth, 
No  plot  or  play  will  find  him  spirit  berth." 

"The  man  who  thinks  himself  wise  needs  only  to  pass 
through  the  change  (death)  to  find  a  fool's  past  staring  him 
in  the  face." 

"Woe  unto  him  who  "dies"  satisfied  with  his  soul." 

"A  sinner  profiteth  by  God's  mercy.  But  a  pervert  has  lost 
God." 

"Foiled  is  many  a  murderers  dirk.  But  the  one  who  stabs 
thee  from  behind  has  no  claim." 

"Equality  is  not  possible  to  mortals.  But  in  spirit  all  are 
poor :  few  have  riches,  and  none  are  perfect." 

"Society  of  one's  equals  is  rarely  possible  unless  through 
humility  ones  stature  be  shifted  to  include  those  who  measure 
themselves  up  to  the  heights." 


liY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  15 

"To  plan  is  to  conceive.    To  conceive  is  to  create." 

"Gems  stud  the  rocks  and  beset  the  sky,  yet  none  shineth  so 
bright  as  a  pure  soul." 

"The  Master  Mechanic  draws  no  patterns  and  uses  no  screws. 
The  bill  and  talons  of  a  bird  are  His  wonders,  as  well  as 
the  wings." 

"Halos  I  have  not  seen.    Beyond  "the  beyond"  must  be  these. 

"Softly  as  the  night  drops  over  all  the  soul  emerges  from 
its  clay." 

"Your  many  questions  plied  wrould  fill  the  shelves  of  the 
world  in  bound  volumes." 

"Joy  is  enduring  only  which  harms  not  another  or  thyself." 

"Torture  nothing.    Pain  is  pain." 

"Supply  the  thrill  at  the  cost  of  God's  light  and  you  will 
know  darkness  deeper  than  woe." 

"Esteem  is  like  perfume.    It  permeates  the  world." 

"Frankness  is  to  be  shunned  where  it  causes  a  wound." 

"Model  your  life  after  the  Great  Pattern.  To  be  less  is 
unlike." 

"Change  cometh  to  all  stations  in  the  future  life.  No  man 
is  what  he  thought  himself,  and  nothing  which  was  thought  of 
him  can  alter  the  final  estimate  set  on  him." 

"The  future  is  just  ahead.  Today  was  yesterday.  Tomorrow 
will  soon  be  today." 

"Paradise  is  the  cow's  pasture  for  some.  If  it  only  contains 
the  stomach  full,  and  they  may  browse  eternally  in  clover!" 

"Play  is  a  good  thing,  but  work  is  a  better." 

"To  steal  a  deer  I  played  a  prank, 
A  thief  was  penned  by  history's  crank: 
My  boys  held  horses  at  my  door, 
Yet  was  I  writ  a  boy  thus  poor." 

"Though  Shakespeare  wrote  all  that  he  wrote, 


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Nor  Bacon  stole,  nor  deer,  nor  goat, 
He  now  speaks  from  a  land  remote, 
And  yet  so  near  as  this  one's  coat." 

"Smoke  without  fire  is  impossible." 

"Many  a  fagot  has  been  used  as  a  torch  to  bear  a  light 
to  a  benighted  world." 

"Fortune  favors  earth's  men  with  shining  metals  and  gems, 
which  they  cannot  fetch  along  with  them,  and  he  only  is  rich 
whose  misfortune  hath  profited  him." 

"Cold  and  heat,  servitors  of  men,  both  enemies  become,  and 
monstrous  cruel." 

"Man's  greatest  blessing  is  forbearance  of  the  Almighty 
God,  who  stays  His  hand." 

"The  lower  the  instinct  the  larger  the  debt." 

"Yearning  is  of  two  kinds ;  earthly  and  heavenly.  One  keeps 
you  down  and  the  other  uplifts." 

"White  is  the  color  of  saint's  robes;  but  many  a  saint  is 
without  a  saint's  robe." 

"Fairies  are  listening:   beware! 

"Will  the  world  recognize  the  difference  between  the  Jews 
and  Gentiles  when  the  world  is  but  a  market-place,  devoid  of 
Christianity?" 

"To  buy  and  sell  the  Jews  will  barter  their  souls.  To  get 
and  have  they  are  willing  to." 

"In  the  spirit  there  is  no  change  but  exchange;  and  this  is 
no  trade  and  no  voluntary  bargain." 

"We  in  the  spirit- world  know  no  stocks,  either  security.  All 
is  variable  and  unstable." 

"Where  love  is  there  is  holiness :  where  is  none,  there  is  hell." 

"Where  worlds  divide  mortals  care  not.  When  they  become 
spirit  they  may  care  less." 

(This  is  for  yourself  only.   W.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  17 

'•When  the  world  awakeiis  to  the  truth  as  spirits  will  iut'orni 
them  there  will  be  no  happier  place  than  the  earth." 

"Life  is  difficult,  it  is  true.  But  eternal  life  is  more  diffi 
cult  still.  So  prepare  for  this  now  while  you  can  do  so.  After 
the  change  you  will  have  to  serve  as  you  profited  by  the  pre 
liminary  course." 

"Work  for  an  object  not  alone  earthly.  Diversify  your  time 
with  humorous  story;  but  do  not.  wake  expecting  to  find  a 
library  of  knowledge  at  your  fingertips  or  before  your  eyes. 
Progression  is  the  first  law  of  spirit  and  service  is  the  school." 

"Copper  is  a  base  metal  yet  serves  where  gold  could  not." 

"Refinement  of  taste  and  custom  is  due  the  wordlings  who 
seek  it  in  the  hereafter;  but  where  they  shall  find  it  I  cannot 
say." 

"Xo  loopholes  of  escape  is  there  after  "death"  sets  the  spirit 
free.  You  HAVE  escaped.  And  the  mystery  is  a  mystery 
still." 

"Go  about  your  duties,  nor  pause  for  any  trivial  occurrence 
which  would  retard  your  growth.  The  wheel  of  Time  is  grind 
ing  your  grist  for  Eternity." 

"Fools  only  worry." 

"Hang  up  your  beaver  and  pay  me  the  compliment  of  chat 
ting  awhile?" 

"To  dig  for  terse  sentences  is  like  taking  in  the  last  trump." 

"We  hear  the  ruffians  and  see  them.  "Dying"  does  not  refine 
nor  rarify  to  the  utmost.  Our  sensibilities  are  keener  but  in 
constant  association  with  the  unlike  (as  near  as  I  can  make 
it  understood  to  mortals.) 

"We  stand,  we  walk  and  oftimes  rest  as  when  on  earth  by 
a  recumbent  position.  But  we  do  not  need  "rest"  of  this  kind. 
When  our  forces  grow  weak  we  draw  on  other  forces,  for  there 
is  no  dynamo  within  the  spirit  out  of  the  body." 

"There  are  spirits  which  can  be  attracted  by  mortals  and 
there  are  spirits  which  cannot  be  attracted  by  mortals.  These 


18  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

latter  are  too  high  to  serve  on  the  earthplane  (except  it  be  the 
cloth)  and  walk  with  Him.  At  least  we  are  told  this.  For 
they  are  not  in  our  realm.  Servants  of  the  Lord  then  are 
these." 

"Spirits  unite  in  bands  to  perform  feats  and  work  wonders 
for  mortal's  eyes.  But  these  are  not  intellectuals.  And  danger 
may  follow  after  them." 

"In  my  Father's  house  there  are  many  mansions,  yet  have  I 
seen  but  two." 

"It  is  useless  to  rebel.  There  is  a  fate  for  each  according 
to  their  works,  and  a  Power  behind  all." 

"Towards  evening  the  eyes  are  heavy.  So  the  spirit  nearing 
the  shore  enjoys  the  buoyant  rest." 

"The  first  sight  of  the  spirit  newly  arrived  is  of  the  old 
body  over  which  it  lingers.  Then,  spirits  like  himself  bodiless 
which  are  near.  Then,  he  is  accompanied  where  there  are  only 
these,  after  which  he  is  alone,  for  all  he  knows,  for  a  long,  long 
serious,  repentent  time,  in  which  he  realizes  his  mistakes  and 
shortcoming — even  failure.  Then  he  is  free,  but  unable  to 
recall  for  the  most  part  his  trivial  earth  scenes,  appaling  as 
it  is,  his  name  even  escapes  him  except  he  has  cause  to  remem 
ber  it,  many  tell  me  so  at  least,  this  has  been  true  of  them. 
For  myself  I  can  truly  state  that  I  never  forgot  for  a  moment 
how  little  I  had  accomplished  with  all  my  time  given  to  play, 
which  was  work  indeed,  but  not  to  be  counted  as  fit  to  bless 
me.  (Shakespeare.) 

"When  a  man  is  a  man  he  is  proud,  conceited,  affected  and 
vain.  When  this  man  comes  to  the  spirit  he  loses  his  body, 
or  rather  leaves  it  behind  him  (for  we  lose  nothing  here)  and 
fetches  to  be  his  for  all  time  all  the  rest  that  he  was.  Survival 
after  death,  ay. 

"To  a  spirit  a  man  is  a  fortunate  being  making  a  fool  of 
himself.    But  fooling  no  one  else. 
,    "We  peep  into  the  cranium  to  find  the  real  soul." 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  19 

"Fools  let  themselves  out,  poor  souls!" 

"Putty  never  staid  a  widow  pain,  nor  kept  out  inclement 

torrents  for  this  one." 

"A  path  o'erstrewn  with  roses  may  lead  to  a  thorny  hill." 
"Watching  and  waiting  brought  many  a  woman  twins." 
"Look  out  and  look  in  or  you  will  be  in  where  you  cannot 

look  out." 

"A  chain  of  gold  is  a  poor  bond  which  binds  many  fast  to 

the  earth  who  should  pass  on." 
"Liberty"  all  spirits  know.     But  having  it,  few  prize  the 

same." 

"To  wreck  a  life  beside  your  own   makes  your  record   a 

wrecker." 

"Failures  make  the  heavens  accursed." 
"Strumpets  must  strump  at  other  pastime  here." 
"Soldiers  and  Sailors  have  their  mates  and  leave  the  whores 

behind  them,  yet  none  of  these  will  lose  eternal  life  if  they 

confess  and  repent  in  the  body  the  sins  of  the  body." 

"The  stars  shine  nightly  from  His  sky, 
The  moon  is  lustrous,  pale, — 
Yet  what  am  I  in  God's  own  sky? 
A  failure,  if  I  fail." 

"Across  the  hereafter  many  a  man  will  find  his  signature 
attached  to  bonds  which  bind  him  down,  nor  purchase  "Lib 
erty." 

"The  pastime  of  spirits  is  wondering  when  mortals  will  care 
where  they  are  bound." 

"Fulsome  and  rich  is  the  blessing  for  those  who  partake 
of  the  feast  Invisible." 

"Wrong  is  made  right  only  through  intercession  of  the  in 
jured.  To  return  all  spirits  must  who  leave  a  debt  unpaid." 

"Eternal  Justice  is  not  blind,  neither  blindfolded." 


20  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

"The  scales  of  the  soul  are  adding  or  subtracting  every 
hour." 

"Witches  are  earth's  hellish  spit-fires." 

"No  door  is  wider  than  your  heart." 

"God  kissed  her  in  her  cradle  (Bernhardt)  and  never  left 
her  after." 

"Life  is  the  cradle  which  holds  the  spirit  babe." 

"Hope  is  the  distaff  on  which  man's  faith  is  held." 

"Saving  and  spending, — history  of  a  soul."  • 

"Writing  names  of  earth's  departed  now  keeps  the  angel 
recorder  occupied." 

"Fools  take  their  medecine  here.  When  they  come  to  find 
their  past  saviors  of  the  heinous  of  earth." 

"Spoil  is  man's  idea  of  the  hereafter.  Otherwise  he  would 
think." 

"Look  up  to  the  stars  and  you  will  have  no  idle  misspent 
hours." 

"Wandering  brings  many  a  spirit  home." 

"To  be  sprinkled  with  deceit  is  every  heart's  disfigurement." 

"Watching  the  dog  and  making  the  cart  push  the  nag 
saviors  of  mid-apish  hours." 

"Folding  the  skin  of  a  hybred  plant  over  the  thumb  never 
fooled  a  wizard." 

"The  past  is  a  cloak ;  the  present  is  a  hood ;  but  the  future  is 
a  poor  man's  trunk  which  he  finds  sacked  by  himself." 

"We  have  no  better  world  than  earth,  nor  any  greater  happi 
ness  than  earth  mortals  share  with  the  Great  Giver  of  all." 

"To  speak  of  the  wives  of  whoresons  being  happy  is  to  speak 
truly.  They  live  their  lives  utterly  apart  when  the  veil  parts 
them." 

"Invisible  as  the  spirits  to  most  are  the  thoughts  of  mankind 
usually,  but  there  are  these  which  read  thoughts,  surrounding 
every  mortal.  To  them  nothing  is  hidden." 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  21 

"Fight  the  evils  of  life  handicapped  and  alone,  but  best 
them  a  victor." 

"Mere  herrings  are  some  souls.  The  more  one  tries  to  en 
large  them  the  smaller  they  shrink." 

"Feed  and  fodder  puts  many  a  striving  intellect  out  of  house 
and  home." 

(Gilly,  the  baritone  starving,  a  prisoner  of  war!     .     .     TIMES. 

Oct.  16,  1917.) 

"The  singers  must  starve  with  the  rest,  Sarah.  It  is  not 
sadder  than  for  a  Mother  to  starve  with  a  babe  at  her  breast. 
W.  8." 

"Though  heaven  itself  be  spangled  o'er  there  is  but  one 
fair  evening  star!" 

"Honors  and  trappings  are  vainglorious.  Futile  all  earth's 
grandeur  and  decorations  where  honor  means  service  in  God's 
cause." 

"Wash  yourselves  clean  of  crime  and  lusts  of  the  flesh  before 
departing,  else  you  must  bear  the  defilement  of  the  body  though 
you  have  none." 

"Make  a  new  beginning.  It  is  not  too  late  if  you  are  a 
breathing  thinking  mortal. 

"Chastisement  sickens  if  often  abused." 

"Saws  in  my  time,  like  these,  never  cut  a  poet's  wreath." 

"Flutes  and  frills  never  made  royalty,  neither  crests  nor 
handles.  The  mark  of  a  gentleman  is  branded  where  eyes 
need  not  search." 

"To  fail  is  to  be  a  failure.    To  succeed  is  to  be  saved." 

"Let  us  press  on !" 

"Oh  leave  Thy  footprints  in  the  way  that  I  may  see  which 
way  to  take!" 

"They  would  rob  me  of  my  pin-feathers?  My  immortality's 
at  stake! 

"My  scansion  never  halted  where  a  word  could  fit  it  served." 


22  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

"I  do  not  care  what  this  book  says,  in  fact  I  do  not  here 

care  at  all." 
"Never  mind  who  wrote  the  plays  if  our  primrose  still  lives 

in  the  window*box." 
"A  plume  is  a  feather,  begorrah.    How  many  have  you  for 

future  wings  now  pinning?" 
"Thou  art  a  fool  that  pleases  me." 
"Thou  art  a  bag  of  nuts  and  I  am  a  cracker.    To  get  what  is 

in  thee  I  have  to  work." 
"Strange  but  true  is  said  oft.    Well,  the  strangest  things 

are  true  in  the  spirit." 

"The  stars  do  not  change  their  course  when  a  sky-rocket 

bursts  forth." 

"The  heavens  look  on  our  failures." 
"Surely  the  wisest  reflect  Wisdom." 

"Reach  out  your  hand  empty  and  carry  all  you  can  hold." 
"See  what  the  birds  have  done  for  man.    And  see  what  man 

does  to  them." 

"A  field-mouse  may  an  enemy  become." 
"Stone  a  beggar  and » he  will  turn  to  stone." 
"Lights  are  many;  but  His,  undimmed,  are  undying." 
"Prepare  for  the  harvest  when  the  seed  is  sown.     Nature 

is  speedier  in  her  work  than  man." 

r    "  'Take  no  thought  of  tomorrow/— but  eternity  will." 
"Saviours  are  of  various  kinds:  but  One  was  Saviour  of  All." 
"Sorrow  no  more  shall  victimize  after  this  war  ends." 
"Myrmadons  sift  at  will  to  work  on  high  the  CRUEL  BEN 
EFITS  mortals  later  acredit  to  fate." 
"The  curtailment  of  ones  powers  is  the  stultifying  of  ones 

growth. 

"A  picture  is  not  painted  with  one  stroke." 

"A  master  speaks  to  the  multitude;  and  they  follow." 

"Even  a  flower,  unfolds  according  to  a  plan  under  and  high 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  23 

above  the  earth.  It  leans  on  the  Infinite  more  than  mortals, 
and  /  cannot  say  if  it  is  conscious  of  this  or  its  God." 

"Leaders  are  few.  The  crosses  are  too  many  and  exactions 
great.  If  inspired  they  WILL  lead,  even  through  the  sea.  The 
sea  will  part  for  them."  (The  way  will  be  opened.) 

"The  silence  serves.    It  takes  and  gives." 

"One  who  has  been  a  beacon  to  so  many  will  receive  the 
light  she  deserves." 

"Gooseberry  of  mine,  it  is  for  me  to  say  if  you  shall  be 
plucked  or  not." 

"There  is  a  chance  in  life  that  "death"  will  set  you  free. 
But  there  is  no  chance  after  "death"  that  LIFE  will  see  me 
more  than  a  prisoner."  W.  S. 

"You  cannot  lead  and  follow  at  the  same  time." 

"Chickabiddy,  harvest  the  crop,  and  THEN  thresh  it !" 

"Well  fledgling  how  are  you?  Oh,  you  have  a  few  plumes 
scattering  but  you  are  a  gosling  still. 

"The  arrow  never  shoots  backward." 

"A  frog  is  your  near  relative  according  to  the  new  religion. 
Then  men  are  cannibals  still,  for  they  eat  their  brothers  fried." 

"Your  lord  a  curdled  custard  is." 

"Worry  no  more;  when  things  have  to  be  they  are." 

"Sin  is  age  old  and  its  face  is  always  the  same." 

"If  you  destroy  the  fabric  (of  our  dreams)  of  what  shall 
the  production  be  made?" 

"She  would  sell  her  birthright  to  reproduce  her  monstrous 
self." 

"To  slip  out  of  ones  hide  into  the  ether  is  to  understand 
something  of  the  Almighty  at  one  blow." 

"Sorrows  are  many  of  earth  but  the  sorrows  to  which  hide 
bound  hieretics  must  come  are  much  worse." 

"Regents  claim  kingdoms.  Well  there  are  no  kings  in  the 
spirit.  The  king  here  serves.  And  many  land  with  packs 
(burdens)  too  heavy  to  lift." 


24  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIOXS 

"Even  candy  wears  stripes?" 

"Singlehanded  and  alone  spirits  fight  their  battles  after 
"death"  shows  them  how  (eternal  life  shows  them  how.  W.  S.) 

"There  is  a  brief  time  when  we  realize  we  are  in  the  body 
and  going  out  too :  this  lasts  a  second  maybe  ten  seconds.  Rare 
souls  (mortals)  sometimes  see  a  departing  spirit.  The  core  is 
the  soul." 

"Esoteric  evolvement  would  compute  eternity." 

"They  (Theosophists  )are  following  a  gleam  of  such  infinite 
magnitude  only  the  Infinite  can  grasp  it  or  hold  it  after  he 
caught  it. 

"To  return,  or  rebirth  in  others  forms  is  not  possible  since 
(if)  the  Creator  evolved  His  own  creations  and  made  all  subject 
to  man  and  under  his  dominion  (domination). 

"His  plan  is  all  wise:  and  how  perfect  the  life  following 
(continuing)  reveals." 

"To  smart  under  the  lash  is  not  wise.  If  driven  by  the  All 
seeing  All  powerful  Maker  of  worlds  and  systems  trust  is  the 
element  unfolding  His  secrets  withheld  from  the  wise  but  re 
vealed  to  babes.  But  I  am  earth  bound  as  I  have  often  told, 
and  impoverished. 

"His  secrets  are  His  secrets  still.  To  enrich  the  mind  after 
the  change  we  spirits  wait  upon  Him." 

"That  there  is  a  world  within  a  world  is  true.  But  if  souls 
are  within  souls  I  know  not  NOW  (here). 

"There  is  a  following  after  strange  gods  here  too.  The  occult 
has  its  adherents,  as  all  gods  followed  in  the  body.  My  God 
was  always  the  Creator  but  His  wisdom  was  not  sufficient 
for  me.  Thus  am  I  here,  for  all  I  know  for  aye." 

"Higher  powers  come  through  to  serve  earth-mortals. 

"There  is  a  change  after  "death"  in  all  dogma.  Mortals  can 
only  learn  of  this  each  for  theirself ." 

"Children  have  little  choice:  and  we  have  less."  (Spirits) 


BY  SHAKEHPEARF/S  SPIRIT  25 

"Smooth  the  napery  and  it  glistens :  but  rub  a  cat  the  wrong 
way  and  the  fur  may  fly." 

"Stools  were  made  for  fools :  and  many  fools  are  wise." 

"Drugs  and  concoctions  are  nostrums  of  medicos  and  sooth 
sayers.  Harm  is  poison  no  matter  how  small  the  dose.  Eyes 
cannot  see  what  harm  these  work."  "Shun  poison,  no  matter 
what  the  form:  and  it  is  not  all  bottled,  neither  labelled"  (as 
virus). 

"Make  no  attempt  to  hide  iniquity.  All  is  revealed  where 
nothing  is  hidden,  or  can  be  hidden." 

"Miracles  and  wonders  are  common  compared  to  a  just  man 
made  perfect." 

"Reach  in  as  well  as  out,  and  save  your  soul  from  sinking." 

"The  light  is  God's  perfection :  yet  who  wonders  at  His 
power." 

"Mind  conceives  and  man  perceives  .  .  .  yet  is  he  deceived 
through  his  eyes. 

"Barriers  you  may  leap  or  vault  at  will,  but  thin  partitions 
erected  by  the  Great  God  still  hide  His  harvest  of  spirits.  At 
His  will  shall  this  be  swept  aside?  (Make  a  question  mark 
here.  W.  S.) 

"The  soul's  filmy  substance  like  the  bride's  veil,  will  stand 
the  shock  of  eternal  suffering ;  of  such  substance  is  it." 

"Past  belief  are  His  plans  for  mortals  who  disobey  the 
Laws." 

"Fallen  heroes  never  erected  anything  half  so  worth  saving 
as  their  own  souls.  The  murderers  lot  is  hard  in  the  hereafter." 

"Should  my  own  soul  be  saved  through  her  who  writes  here- 
on  I  may  push  back  the  curtain  for  those  who  despised  the 
justice  they  found  waiting  after  the  change.  When  we  reach 
eternity  there  is  no  court  of  pleas:  we  stand  convicted  by  our 
sins  which  stare  us  out  of  countenance ;  and  with  these  on  our 
backs  we  travel,  if  we  can  carry  the  load." 


26  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

"The  bridge  of  sighs  is  crossed  ten  thousand  times  by  those 
who  will  never  sight  it." 

"Folly  and  fun  are  sisters,  twins  maybe;  still  happiness  is 
the  gift  of  one  and  something  more  often  akin  to  misery  is 
left  in  the  wake  of  the  other." 

"Angels  having  wings  are  as  rare  in  the  spirit  world  as  on 
the  plane  where  many  an  angel  hovers  without  feathered  air 
ships." 

"We  move  by  volition  ...  in  spirite  form.  Will  carries  us 
no  matter  how  far  we  may  decide  to  journey.  We  usually 
travel  in  pairs ;  but  some  are  hermits  still.  Crusty  old  batches 
make  a  poor  showing  where  the  moment  one  arrives  he  looks 
about  for  his  dear,  sometimes  found,  more  often  not  found 
then." 

"Chickabiddy  make  a  chaplet  and  then  be  satisfied.  No 
more  then." 

"Higher  powers  come  through  to  serve  earth  mortals.  There 
is  a  change  after  "death"  (so  called)  in  all  dogma:  mortals 
can  only  learn  of  this  each  for  theirself.  (Each  mortal  learns, 
must  learn,  this  for  himself,  I  said.) 

"Where  these  higher  powers  come  from,  from  whom  they 
come,  we  do  not  know  except  what  they  tell  us  which  may  or 
may  not  be  veritable  truth,  since  wre  know  where  we  are  false 
spirits  abound  and  continue  false  desiring  no  uplift  and  re 
pentant  of  no  thing  which  brought  them  out  as  they  are. 

"His  plan  is  His  as  I  see  it.  Be  content  in  well  doing.  Their 
teaching  (theosophical)  responds  to  the  upshooting  grain  of 
Almighty  truth  within  desiring  to  know  more  of  His  plan. 
(Him)  They  work  great  good  in  so  much  as  the  soul  (spirit) 
can  be  nothing  but  what  life  has  made  it  (us)  and  turning  the 
light  inside  the  imperfect  is  found  as  well  as  that  which  is 
All  perfect." 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Feb.  13th,  '18,  New  Orleans,  La. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  1*7 

"The  heaviest  clouds  sometimes  pass  by." 
"Many  a  vassal  is  greater  than  his  master." 
"Mediumship  is  not  a  burst  of  power  but  a  gradual  opening 
of  closed  doors.    So  be  patient." 

"The  hand  of  Almighty  God  is  the  pendulum  of  universal 
Time." 

"The  milk  of  human  kindness  is  mostly  curdled." 
"We  serve  who  pay  and  you  must  pay  who  serve." 
"Now  is  that  in  black  and  white?    Can  I  think  without  my 
bones?" 

Name  The  Book : 
GEMS  FROM  THE  SPIRIT  WORLD 

By  W.  S. 
(Through  S.  S.) 

GOD 

The  life  behind  all  life,  the  governing  power ; 
The  pulse  of  every  orb,  and  swinging  sphere ; 
The  Guardian,  Keeper,  Judge,  yet  more  than  all, 
The  Father  of  mankind — whom  He  holds  dear. 

SPIRIT 

The  man  himself,  with  all  his  baser  nature, 
Freed  from  the  flesh  to  find  his  heaven  or  hell : 
His  form  the  same,  as  every  taste  and  longing, 
But  unconfined  by  mortal  case,  or  shell. 

LIFE 

The  spark  Divine:  the  ray  we  know  as  spirit: 
Undying  as  the  God  who  gives  and  takes : 
Part  of  Himself,  though  housed  in  poverty; 
Enriching  those  with  love  the  world  forsakes. 

MIND 

Reflection  of  Himself,  is  mind,  eternal: 


REVELATIONS 


And  mirrored  in  each  soul  of  all-mankind  ; 
Undying  thought,  or  will,  in  deed  or  purpose,  — 
The  part  that  lives  when  clay  is  left  behind  ! 

OMNIPOTENCE 
The  One  pervading  ALL. 

DEATH 

The  pall  that  covers  all  and  all  reveals. 
The  change  that  casts  a  worthless  shell  aside. 
Of  sleep  the  brother-twin,  but  knows  all  waking. 
Death  is  the  bridegroom  surely,  —  life  the  bride  ! 

PKAYER 

Supplication  of  Divinity:   God's  intercession: 
Upliftment  of  the  spirit  to  His  throne  : 
The  sharing  of  our  every  earthly  burden  ; 
The  merging  of  our  spirits  with  His  own. 

HEAVEN 

A  place  beyond  the  earth,  or  sight  of  woe  : 
A  land  of  love,  and  happiness  Supreme: 
No  longing;  missing;  haunting  memories; 
But  all  that  mortals  on  the  earth  did  dream. 

LOVE 

A  meeting  of  two  souls  that  mate  as  one  : 

The  idol  in  the  ideal  perfected  : 

The  past  a  blank  which  held  these  two  apart  ; 

The  future?     Time  through  which  love  shall  be  fed. 

MOTHER 

My  own,  a  gentle,  loving,  happy  heart, 
Content  if  I  but  trudged  on  by  her  side  : 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  29 

An  aching  void,  a  hungering  after  her, 
I've  never  met  in  all  this  country  wide. 

SALVATION 

Reward  of  righteous  living,  God's  salvation: 
Unknown  by  many  who  were  great  on  earth, 
Who  took  no  count  of  Life's  eternal  balance, 
But  hastened  out  in  direst  want,  and  dearth. 

WOMAN 

The  last,  most  perfect  work  of  the  Almighty: 
The  equal  of  Himself  in  many  ways. 
The  one  gift  that  perfected  His  creation : 
The  only  solace  of  man's  earthly  days. 

SIN 

Defiance  of  God's  laws:  a  heathen  state: 
A  robber  of  the  rights  of  blessedness. 
The  golden  calf  which  makes  sin  possible; 
And  lust,  the  curse  of  mortal's  wretchedness. 

WISDOM 

God:   Almighty  Providence:   Creator: 
The  Father  of  mankind;  and  Judge  at  last: 
No  lesser  mind  can  share  His  understanding : 
No  one  can  see  His  plan,  though  breath  has  passed. 

LIGHT 

That,  which  at  God's  word  appeared  to  bless 
A  world  he  wrought  with  His  Almighty  hand : 
And  ever  since  has  blessed  production,  life, — 
And  still  men  doubt  the  world  creation  planned  ! 


30  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

BLISS 

Joy  to  the  n.th.  power  raised. 
Elation;  boon  success: 
The  honeyed,  fleeting  second: 
The  twin  of  happiness. 

JOY 

The  birth  of  roseate  dawn  within  the  heart; 
A  heart  that  never  dies  when  dies  the  clay : 
Eternal  is  the  attribute  of  joy; 
Its  memory  "death"  has  never  ta'en  away. 

WAR 

One  of  the  crimes  a  demon  hath  devised 
To  wrack  men's  souls  in  darkness  when  they  "die" 
With  stained  hands  smeared  by  their  brother's  gore ; 
And  souls  like  theirs  in  millions  streaming  by ! 

DUTY 

The  path  of  right  though  wearied  by  its  call; 
Consideration  last  of  your  desires  : 
A  beacon  to  the  consciences  of  men ; 
A  holy  light  illuming  with  its  fires. 

IDOLS 

The  fleeting  gods  we  fashion  for  ourselves, 
And  care  not  that  they're  made  of  earth  and  clay, 
Until  we  find  them  dust  within  our  hands, 
Stained  so  that  naught  can  wash  the  stain  away! 

FREEDOM 

Unweighted  and  unchained,  sovereign  of  act  and  will 
Unpinioned  and  unshackled  liberty 
Which  answers  to  no  law  whoever  made, 
Knows  no  master,— plans  its  own  destiny. 


I'.Y    SHAKESPEARE'S    SPIRIT  31 

HOME 

A  fireside  where  the  loved  ones  sit; 
A  place  of  warmth  and  cheer  and  welcoming: 
Abiding  love  surrounded  by  four  walls, 
And  sheltered  by  an  angel's  snowy-wing. 

HAPPINESS 

The  glow  imparted  by  a  dear  ones  nearness; 
The  lasting  satisfaction  known  by  some 
Who  have  achieved  ambitions  fondly  cherished ; 
But  he  who  has  served  God,  where  I  have  come ! 

FAME 

To  live  within  the  thoughts  and  minds  of  men  ; 
To  gain  earth's  plaudits,  wreathed  with  immortelle ; 
To  find  no  name,  or  aught  it  made  on  earth, 
Can  heal  a  sick  soul's  wounds,  or  make  it  well. 

CREATION 

The  power  of  God  to  fashion  through  the  spirit : 
The  power  God  gave  to  man  to  re-create: 
The  part  within  which  claims  Him  Maker,  Master, 
Amazing  genius.    God-like  gifts  innate. 

CHARITY 

Perception,  with  unclouded  vision 
Through  suffering  and  trials  clarified: 
The  patience  and  forgiveness  of  the  Master. 
The  kindness  that  through  all  has  never  died. 

SAINTS 

A  saint  on  earth  is  one  who  knows  God's  laws, 
Applies  them  to  his  living  every  hour. 
A  sainted  one  above  I  have  not  seen ; 


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Their  realms  o'ertop  mine  own,  as  castle  tower 

O'erpinacles  the  sea, — 

As  clouds  of  heaven  o'er  a  castle  are! 

As  sun  and  moon  above  the  Mother  earth, 

So  we  think  on  the  saints,  as  some  far  distant  stir! 

SUCCESS 

The  brand  of  fame  or  wealth,  upon  the  earth, 
Where  men  are  gauged  by  what  they  count  a  name ; 
But  in  the  land  where  men  go  hence  from  here, 
'Tis  what  they  take  which  holds  no  sting  of  shame. 

FAILURE 

The  brand  which  carries  sin  upon  its  face : 
The  last  sad  rite  which  meets  man  at  the  end 
Which  sears  his  soul  a  lost  one  to  his  God, 
And  sends  him  hence  to  meet  no  cherished  friend. 

GAIN 

That  which  endures  through  all  of  Time : 
That  which  a  man  can  take  out  to  his  God : 
No  earthly  treasure  which  a  man  can  horde, 
But  that  which  profits  burial  in  the  sod. 

REDEMPTION 

Payment  of  the  tithe  through  prayer  and  sorrow : 
The  solving  of  God's  law  immutable  : 
Acceptance,  while  ye  may,  of  Jesus'  promise, 
Or  after  "death"  judgment  inscrutable. 

PRIDE 

Ancestral  heritage  of  honor,  valorous  deeds, 
Which  runs  through  generations  of  mankind : 
A  wordly  element  for  most  part  left  behind ; 
The  humbled  spirit  has  no  pride,  I  find. 


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BEAUTY 

Forms  and  tints  expressed  through  love  by  Him 
Who  made  all  things  that  ai*e ; 
The  half  of  which  man  on  the  earth  knows  not, 
But  'till  he  looks  back  on  his  life  from  far. 

ART 

The  highest  type  expressed  of  men  by  God, 
In  all  creations  of  the  mind,  or  skill : 
The  wondrous  power  of  rare  perfection's  will; 
The  power  behind  the  seed  within  the  sod. 

FOES 

Disgruntled  jealousies,  unwarranted,  and  undone : 
The  viper  in  the  breast  of  warring  men : 
The  lurking  foe,  who  harms  at  last  himself, 
Mayhap  will  know  no  peace  ever  again. 

A  SOUL 

That  part  of  God  in  His  own  image  made 
Undying  as  all  life  of  His  great  plan ; 
His  mind,  His  thought,  His  love,  His  child,  Himself,— 
Inhabiting  a  temple  God  made,  man. 

DEMOCRACY 

A  land  all  free  whose  people  rule  themselves ; 
A  Nation  all  united  in  one  cause ; 
Consideration  for  the  humble  man ; 
A  ruling  by  divine,  not  human  laws. 

MONARCHY 

The  rule  of  tyrranous  and  pompous  great 

Who  have  decended  in  their  line  to  rule: 

The  condescending  of  the  royal  house 

To  reign,  and  lord  it,  o'er  peasant,  prince,  and  fool. 


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PEACE 

The  God-of-All  come  into  all  men's  hearts, 
To  bless  with  love  each  one,  ay,  even  as  a  brother : 
The  Infinite  who  rules  supplying  needs, 
And  all  for  which  His  own  slay  one  another. 

MERCY 

'Tis  said  in  Shakespeare's  work,  the  whole  of  it ; 
Open  the  book  and  read,  if  you  see  fit. 
But  one  thing  still  would  I  add  to  the  page : 
God's  holiest  attribute  is  lost  unto  this  age. 

FAITH 

Hope's  first  aspiring,  firm  in  trusting  grown, 
Unbounded  faith  becomes,  God  makes  His  own. 

PROGRESS 

Headway  along  God's  chosen  path  however  slow  it  seems ; 
Faith  in  the  Lord  to  save,  forgive,  and  wake  from  earthly 
dreams. 

RELIGION 

The  cassock  of  a  priest  who  mumbles  prayers, 
Embroidered  o'er  with  gold  enwrought  with  gems, 
Is  less  (both  wearer  and  his  garb)  in  heaven's  eyes, 
Than  some  poor  beggar  who  sin's  current  stems! 

REMORSE 

The  pain  of  conscience  which  upsets  the  mind : 
The  pangs  of  spirit,  soul;  the  part  God  saves 
To  be  His  own  however  soiled  and  worthless  it  has  been : 
The  test  of  sin  when  men  have  passed  their  graves. 


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LAW 

Precepts  carved  upon  the  stone  at  God's  command : 
Divine  adjustment;  weighed  by  God's  own  hand. 

BONDS 

The  ties  which  bind  true  lovers  here  together; 
The  gold-certificate  men  sell  their  souls  to  own: 
The  chains  men  forge  which  weld  them  to  the  earth-plane, 
Where  everyone  must  reap  what  he  has  sown. 

GHOSTS 

The  wraith  of  death  men  speak  of  sneeringly,— 
Recalling  in  a  joke  its  sight  or  name; 
But  when  they  find  these  ghosts  are  just  as  they, 
They'll  ponder  long  the  way  through  which  they  came. 

GHOSTS 

The  wraithlike  form  inhabiting  man's  clay, 
Which  men  deride,  except  those  who  have  seen: 
The  part  God  made  which  nevermore  can  "die," 
That  being  freed  should  be  His  own,  and  clean. 

GLORY 

Past  thought  of  him  who  writes  through  this  ones  hand, 

The  joy  of  King  or  Kingdom,  or  glory  of  God's  land. 

PURITY 

Unsullied  virtue,  which  but  few  possess, 
Except  while  infants  at  their  Mother's  breasts, 
Untrammeled  by  the  lusts  of  mortal  flesh, 
Unlearned  of  the  power  of  sin's  requests. 


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MEKCY 

The  quality  of  spirit  in  the  mind 
Which  spares  affliction's  rod: 
And  leaves  to  Him  all  merciful  and  kind, 
The  punishment  belonging  but  to  God. 

JUSTICE 

The  balance  held  within  God's  hand, 
Firm,  Mighty,  Just,  and  True, 
Which  measures  every  thought,  as  well 
As  every  deed  you  do. 

VICE 

The  leper  foul  which  rots  the  soul  for  aye, 
And  brands  it  with  its  burning,  searing  fire, 
Until  the  spirit  would  not  own  its  self — 
But  wishes  for  destruction's  end  entire. 

ZEAL 

The  fire  of  purpose  burning  in  the  heart, — 
Creation's  elemental  force,  and  sway: 
By  hope  and  faith  'tis  fed,  and  moulds,  with  these, 
The  attributes  no  "death"  can  wipe  away! 

DEEDS 
Each  daily  act,  each  hourly  thought,  which  brings  men  to  their 

own. 
For  which  there  is  but  justice  wrought,  where  deeds  must 

speak  alone. 

STARS 

The  same  spheres  we  have  seen  at  night  alight,  aswing,  aglow, 
We  spirits  see,  as  men  of  earth,  and  wonder  WHEN  we'll  know. 


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WORDS 

The  language,  or  the  tongue,  by  which  men  speak, — 

The  thoughts  made  audible,  or  plain ; 

The  broken  sounds  of  all  intelligible, 

Where  spirits  moan  their  past  with  all  its  pain. 

WITCHES 

Old  crones  who  haunt  with  evil  minds 

Places  of  bad  intent, 

Whose  hopes  and  wishes  of  all  kinds 

Are  on  disaster  bent. 

The  soured  and  hateful  of  the  world, 

Where  witches  only  go — 

So  mend  your  way, — THINK  e're  you  SAY ; 

There  ARE  witches,  you  know. 

BROTHERHOOD 

The  kinship  of  the  nearest ;  of  same  sire. 

The  poorest  of  the  earth  can  claim  Him,  his: 

Then,  are  not  all  in  loving  bondage  held, — 

When  one  God,  one  Father,  made  each  soul,  His? 

PROPHECY 

Foretelling  through  the  spirits  help,  events; 
Revelation,  more  or  less  divine: 
Calling  on  powers  behind  the  veil  of  "death," 
As  Jesus  did  when  He  took  water  and  made  wine. 

VISIONS 

The  stone  once  rolled  away,  revealment  then 
To  sight  of  scenes  past  mortal  to  conjure; 
The  truth  few  men  can  bear,  as  Jesus  knew, 
When  He  beheld  alone  God's  divine  power. 


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DKEAMS 

Imprints  on  the  mind  which  passing  strange 
Lead  men  to  wonder,  oft  to  gasp  and  fear; 
The  web  of  fancy  spun  through  sleeping  hours; 
The  working  of  the  witches,  sometimes,  here. 

THE    UNIVERSE 

God's  Word.    His  thought.    His  plan. 
Created  for  those  imaged  forth  as  man; 
Suspended  by  His  will  to  be  and  move; 
Out   of   His   heart,   a   tribute   of   His  love. 

PRESENTIMENT 

Overshadowing  doom  reflected  on  the  mind: 
Predestination's  wing,  encircling  the  gloom, 
Where  reason  holds  a  torch,  the  path  to  find. 

ALCHEMY 

The  soluble  dissolved  by  formula, 
Producing  by  itself  a  compound  force 
Uniting  by  degrees  the  liquid  parts 
Of  the  unknown,  and  unsuspected  source. 

MYTH 

Inventions  of  the  mind,  and  solely  this: 

No  god  or  goddess  lore  was  ever  true: 

Of   old,   e're    Shakespeare's  time,    invention   ruled, 

When  greater  men  had  nothing  else  to  do. 

PHILOSOPHY 

Delving  for  truth  for  all  self  evident; 
Making  much  of  nothing,  nothing  gained; 
Encircling  a  circle  round  and  round, 
Arriving  at  wits  end  unsoothed,  and   pained. 


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POETRY 

Effusions  of  the  elevated  mind, 

Which  towers  above  all  other  human  kind: 

Related  to  the  gods  by  a  true  claim, — 

Though  much,   so  called,   misnomered   by  its  name. 

HUMANITY 

River  of  souls  fast  hurrying  whence  they  care  not: 
Freighted  with  care,  uncompassed,  and  unmanned: 
Dwarfed  by  the  unrealty  called  "living," — 
Bridged  by  a  span — uncertain,  oft  unspanned. 

GRACE 

The  love  of  God:    His  smile:    His  words,  "Well  done:" 
Reward  of  all  who  follow  in  the  footsteps  of  His  Son. 

FRIEND 

A  savior:  helper:  honored,  treasured,  few: 
A  sacrifical  saint,  selfless,  and  true. 

VICTORY 

The  status  of  the  soul  when  the  stone  is  rolled  away: 

The  overcoming  of   all  things  for  which  a   soul  must  pay. 

WOES 

Affliction's  knawing  tooth.     Dregs  of  the  Christly  cup. 
The  bloodsweat  of  earth's   men  until  with  Him  they   sup. 

VIRTUE 

The  unshamed,  unsullied  follower  of  God's  laws 
Hath  virtue's  cheek  unblushed  for  sinful  cause. 

RIGHTEOUSNESS 

The  lamp  God  sets  within  the  heart  and  hand 
To   guide  His   children   through   sin's   barren   land. 


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FELLOWSHIP 

The  right  to  sup  with  Him,  and  drink  His  cup: 
The  right  to  share  His  cross,  divinely  lifted  up. 

LOSS 

A  soul  outcast  who  lived  his  life  in  vain; 
Who,  having  all  on  earth,  in  spirit  hath  no  gain. 

HOLY 
All  His. 

DARKNESS 

The  realm  above  the  earth  wrhere  spirits  go 
To  pay  the  price  for  sins  cherished  below: 
A%dome  (for  all  I  know)  without  a  ray, 
Where  sinners  pay  and  pay  and  pay  and  pay. 

PRAISE 

Adoration  of  the  just,  and  true; 
The  Light,  the  God  within,  whose  praise  is  due 
From  every  heart  and  lip,  each  flower  and  shrub  as  well 
The  love  of  Him  surpassing  words  to  tell. 

ETERNITY 

Forever.     Unending  Time. 
That  which  was  before  all  worlds, 
Beyond  the  powers  to  grapple: 
A  secret  His,  sublime! 

FOOLS 

Ye  at  war.    As  all  who  kill. 
As  as  all  who  pass  Him  by. 
The  whoreson,  thief,  reviler,  sot, 
Or  Shakespeare.    Fool,  was  I. 


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PARDON 

Divine  forgiveness  after  repentant  years 
Through  which  a  spirit  in  remorse  prays,  pleads,  with  bitter 

tears. 

When  last  they  drink  the  final  cup, 
He  sends  His  Son  to  lift  them  up. 

GUILT 

The  unconfessed  and  stealthy  crimes 
Which  to  each  spirit  clings,  and  grimes 
The  soul,  'till  all  is  washed  away 
Through  One  who  died  their  guilt  to  pay. 

CHILDREN 

Offspring :  offshoot  from  body,  branch,  or  mind : 
Her  cub  and  his,  no  matter  by  whom  planned; 
And  all  in  All;  which  ye  shall  one  day  find. 

ANGELS: 
CHERUBIMS : 

SERAPHS : 

Supposed  winged  bodies  in  heaven's  space. 
Sharing  the  saint's  abodes;  no  doubt  His  grace. 
The  one  who  writes  has  seen  no  angel  wing, 
Nor  heard  a  single  note  that  cherubs  sing. 

HELL 

Remorse  of  conscience  round  but  after  "death." 
(The  change  which  changes,  yet  leaves  sins  the  same) 
And  this  is  quite  enough  all  spirits  find, 
Without  a  Lucifer,  his  brimstone,  or  his  flame. 


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MEDIUMS 

The  instruments  in  tune  with  spirit. 
A  human's  ears  or  eyes  through  suffering  made  keen 
Above  their  kind,  which  spirits  seek  and  seek  to  find. 
Mouthpieces  for  the  world  unseen. 

The  gifted  ones  who  suffer  for  His  gift. 
(Unless  placed  in  their  hands  at  birth) 
The  truest  servants  of  the  Lord  on  earth. 

HEAVEN 
Heaven  is  the  place  where  Love  exists. 

CLOUDS 
Obscurity. 

Clouds    roll    on    high    above    my    head    as    yours; 
In  all  their  beauty,  still  I  worship  them 
As  part  of  God's  own  beauteous  firmament ; 
Whose  secret  must  endure  until  no  end? 

CHEER 

Bubbles  of  life's  wine,  both  felt  and  seen: 
The  quality  of  mind  abhorring  all  that's  lean. 

TEMPTATION 

Allurement  of  sin;  and  sinners  enticing  with  a  serpent's  sting. 
Whose  fangs  a  soul  o'erwhelms. 

SOCIETY 

Fools  who  are  fooled  by  their  own  law's  decree; 
Outclasesd,  outshone,  outdone,  their  knighthood  chivalry 
By  those  who  knew  the  Law  and  kept  it  too, 
Where  is  no  caste  except  God  welcome  you. 


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THEOSOPHISTS 

The  clan  of  mortals  not  content  to  be 

Made  like  Himself  by  Him,  throughout  eternity; 

But  grasping  by  a  chance  a  new  fecundity 

Spored  through  the  spawn  of  their  saner  intellectuality. 

PHYSICAL  RESEARCH 

Seekers  of  spirit's  records.     Sublime  task. 

A  welcoming  life-line  thrown  the  "dead"  at  last. 

Who  seeks  shall  find.     There's  naught  can  stem  the  tide 

Of  helpers  bound  to  help  these  from  the  spirit-side. 

GAMESTERS 

Souls  playing  with  their  lives  eternal 
While  staking  all  upon  the  game  of  life. 
Hounded  by  chance  where  is  no  game  but  losing, 
Stoned  by  their  conscience  here  they  learn  of  strife. 

MAGNETISM 

A  current  flowing  as  doth  flow  a  river: 
Rising,  ebbing,  is  this  human-tide: 
Where  it  is  found  no  mortal  should  be  homeless : 
Where  is  its  health,  there  spirits  would  abide. 

SPIRIT-CONTROL 

Humans  as  magnets  are  when  is  invasion. 
No  welcoming  need  be  if  these  magnets  true: 
But  such  perfecting  through  the  spirits  teaching. 
Must  most  assume  before  they  will  to  do. 

PERSONALITY 

The  pattern  individual,  unlost. 
The  type  achieved  and  carried  hence  for  aye. 
The  absolute  unchanged,  unchanging  self : 
No  grave  nor  "dying"  ever  casts  away. 


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LEGERDEMAIN 

Stalwart  humans  posing  as  demi-gods 

Performing   supernatural   feats   through   spirits   aid 

Aiming   to   fool   the  world   of   spirit-help 

Are  crass  ingrates :   facts  bared  should  be  here  laid. 

IGNORANCE 

The  blind  all  satisfied   with  their  estate 
Whose  ears  are  closed  to   harmonies  sublime. 
Hellhound  their  spirits  hold  no  wealth  at  last, 
But  suffer  for  their  choice  for  their  own  crime. 

CALVARY 

The  mount  from  which  souls  rise. 

SORROW 

All  earth's  shall  drink  of  sorrow's  cup: 
'Twas  this  for  which  He  died : 
Though  He  was  God's  beloved  Son, 
Sorrow  Him  crucified. 

COWARDS 

All  men  who  call  not  on  His  name,  confessing  before  men 
That  Jesus  died  to  save  the  world,  through  Christ,  for  God. 

Amen. 

WHY  I  AM  HERE 
(By  Wm.  Shakespeare  in  the  spirit,  through  Sarah  Taylor 

Shatford.    May  22nd,  1917.) 

For  years  I  searched  for  a  medium  through  whom  I  could 
speak  and  write.  That  I  had  an  object  in  doing  this  will  be 
evident  before  I  have  finished  writing  this  paper  which  will 
go  out  to  those  who  revere  their  Shakespeare  still  after  cen 
turies  of  new  writers  have  swept  the  horizon  and  added  many 


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brilliant  stellar  lights  to  the  o'ercanopied  heaven  of  literature, 
ever  varing  and  shifting  as  it  does,  to  leave  the  first  magnitude 
with  their  own  through  the  ages. 

As  I  say,  I  write  for  those  who  love  their  Shakespeare — 
meaning  my  written  works,  of  course.  (For  there  was  nothing 
else  of  him  to  love  I  have  found  long  since.) 

I  am  here  for  a  twofold  purpose :  to  correct  my  work,  which 
I  long  to  do,  and  to  pay  for  this  service  rendered  by  this 
medium,  by  helping  her  with  her  work,  which  is  to  help  others. 
This  will  not  benefit  others  more  than  myself  and  herself,  and 
she  has  come  to  realize  after  months  of  suffering,  there  must 
be  a  plan  behind  it  all.  So  there  is:  a  greater  plan  than  she 
realizes,  or  would  believe,  were  I  to  tell  her  in  words  here. 
But  I  am  telling  her,  as  well  as  you,  for  the  first  time.  For 
it  is  spirit's  privilege  to  read  the  mind,  and  I  often  find  the 
puzzling  mystery  bothering  this  one, — that  she  cannot  under 
stand  it  all,  or  very  little  of  it,  is  certain.  She  knows  why  I 
am  here,  as  I  have  told  you,  but  she  does  not  comprehend 
further  the  situation,  as  I  have  not  told  her,  or  permitted  any 
one  from  the  spirit  to  tell  her,  for  reasons  of  my  own.  She 
loves  me  as  I  love  her,  for  our  mutual  advancement  through 
labor  and  service:  as  applied  to  all  that  is  spiritual  only,  or 
of  the  thought  world. 

But  there  are  other  reasons  why  I  am  here, — and  these  I 
am  telling  her  now. 

You  are  the  one  chosen  by  me  for  my  work,  to  better  it,  to 
undo  in  it  that  which  was  not  pleasing  in  the  sight  of  God 
when  I  went  out  with  nothing  to  represent  me  but  what  I 
had  thought  and  done  while  in  life.  I  was  told  by  the  One 
who  speaks  for  Him,  that  if  I  came  back  and  undid  my  wrong, 
helped  men  to  rise  from  their  wicked  impassioned  selves  to 
look  to  Him  instead,  to  incite  nobility  of  aim  and  the  love  of 
God  instead  of  enflaming  the  lusts  of  the  craven  for  the  flesh, 
that  when  T  had  fulfilled  this  errand,  and  came  again  to  His 


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presence,  my  opportunity  to  rise  would  be  bestowed,  and  I 
should  rise  and  be  forgiven  at  last. 

When  mortals  pass  to  the  unknown  land  expecting  to  find 
beauty  and  love  and  happiness  and  peace  and  justice  and 
mercy,  and  avail  themselves  of  the  promises  they  have  been 
taught  were  made  to  them  for  pardon,  no  matter  what  their 
crimes,  it  benefits  them  to  experience  the  opposite,  and  all 
the  reverse  sensibilities  keenly  alert  which  establishes  their 
purgatory,  and  their  hell.  For  in  the  "beyond"  (whatever 
word  you  think  will  express  your  idea  you  may  use)  there  is 
no  such  thing  as  immediate  joy,  happiness,  forgiveness,  or 
cleanliness,— no  more  than  one  could  step  from  one  plane  to 
another  on  the  earth  regenerate  in  the  space  of  a  second  of 

time. 

Repentance  is  gradual,  if  effective,  and  of  the  right  kind, 
and  so  it  is  with  regeneration.  Man  must  outlive  his  past  and 
become  another  man  indeed  before  he  can  pass  into  a  place 
of  the  unsullied  and  pure.  Life  after  death  is  progression  of 
spirit,  growth  of  soul,  striving  after  and  attaining,  higher 
thoughts,  which  better,  with  service,  the  inner  part  even  of 
spirit.  For  it  is  possible  for  a  low  spirit  to  repent  and  be 
come  a  high  spirit  in  this  way. 

PREFACE 

When  we  are  alive  and  have  sorrows  and  woes 
We  think  our  lives  sad,  and  they  are,  heaven  knows; 
But  when  we  pass  out  and  have  sorrows  much  worse 
Than  any  we  dreamed  of,  an  eternal  curse, 
We  look  upon  those  who  mourn  on  earth's  way, 
And  wish  we  could  change  for  their  place  in  this  day, 
With  a  chance  to  go  out  but  serving  the  God 
Who  in  justice  afflicts  with  an  unsparing  rod. 
The  one  who  writes  here  is  but  one  who  must  pay 
For  the  God  he  estranged  through  his  profitless  day. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  47 

When  a  spirit  goes  forth  from  his  rude  house  of  clay, 

And  sees  his  own  self,  which  will  not  fade  away, 

Which  he  struggled  to  keep  while  on  earth  for  the  praise 

Attending  his  works, — some  sonnets  and  plays, — 

Which  were  greater  he  knows  than  his  soul  must  have  been, 

Since  with  God  he's  an  outcast,  despised  of  all  men 

For  crimes  of  the  flesh,  though  he  loved  but  a  man, 

Whom  he  never  shall  meet,  though  he  loves  him,  and  can. 

Did  ye  know  as  ye  press  to  the  near  spirit-shore, 
Your  loves,  acts,  and  deeds,  must  be  yours  evermore, 
Would  you  pause,  and  fling  passion's  foul  lusts  all  aside, 
Preferring  to  worship  your  God  nor  deride 
The  ones  who  as  Christians  to  you  may  seem  slow, 
Living,  thinking  of  One  who  is  High,  and  not  low! 

The  first  sight  of  heaven  a  lost  soul  can  know, 

Is  yet  to  be  glimpsed  by  this  one,  who's  famed  so 

That  his  name  is  more  writ  on  each  page  of  the  earth, 

Than  any  mere  man  by  a  womb  given  birth. 

The  reason  you  know,  but  the  pangs  of  his  soul 

No  being  can  know — but  a  spirit  not  whole! 

We  may  walk  by  the  brook,  hear  its  clear  purling  stream, 

While  its  rivulet  source  wre  little  may  dream. 

So  the  spirit  returns  to  the  earth  it  would  leave, 

Unknowing  its  God,  or  why  it  must  grieve. 

Shut  out  from  His  face  in  a  place  far  remote, 

This  one  saw  his  past,  all  the  slush  that  he  wrote, 

As  he  loved  but  a  man,  and  one  of  his  kind, 

Nor  sought  for  a  God,  but  his  own  lust  and  mind. 

For  time  he  knows  not  he  spent  to  recall 

His  whole  wasted  life,  as  he  strove  to  pay  all : 

When  the  warden  then  beckoned,  and  said  to  him,  "Come; 

Go  back  to  the  earth  where  you  once  made  your  home, 


48  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

And  work  out  salvation  with  heart,  soul,  and  mind, 
And  see  if  a  refuge  with  God  then  you'll  find!" 

Set  free  from  the  dark,  I  wandered  once  more, 

To  Stratford-on-Avon, — by  dear  Avon's  shore: 

Though  I  found  that  my  name  had  become  household  word, 

Not  a  friend  I  had  known  was  there  seen,  or  heard. 

For  Shakespeare  immortal,  was  long  Shakespeare  dead, 

Where  worshippers  gazed  on  the  stone  o'er  his  head. 

So  I  tarried  awhile,  as  long  as  I  could, 

And  I  roamed  on  the  banks,  and  strolled  through  the  wood, 

Where  the  deer-stealer  Shakespeare  had  once  played  his  pranks, 

And  been  cited  a  thief  by  historian  cranks. 

Well-well,  he  is  here  in  America,  now, — 

And  he  likes  it  much  better  than  he  would  allow ; 

When  in  England  he  heard  of  the  new  country  found, 

He  set  out  to  find  it,  and  traverse  its  ground. 

It  is  vast,  it  is  fair,  it  is  fine,  it  is  sound: 

And  with  "Shakespeare"  'tis  woven   and  garlanded   'round. 

For  they  reverence  on  earth,  what  a  God  will  not  see  : 

The  rapturous  love  in  the  poor  soul  of  me. 

Yes,  I  came  and  saw  all;  then,  searched  for  the  one 
Through  whom  such  a  marvellous  thing  could  be  done, 
As  to  remake  my  soul,  and  re-write  what  I  wrote, 
With  its  putrient  lines  cut  to  make  a  sweet  note 
Which  would  praise  the  Great  Mind  of  the  God  I  adore, 
Whom  I  serve  as  I  write,  and  would  serve,  evermore. 

To  the  one  who  writes  this,  then,  I  came  in  the  dark, 
Where  a  circle  was  formed  to  welcome  the  spark 
Of  the  spirits  returned  to  the  earthplane  to  serve 
As  helpers,  inspirers, — to  round,  plane,  or  curve 
Their  mortal  attempts,  as  it  were,  then  to  swerve 
Their  minds  and  decisions,  their  motives  and  aim : 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  11) 

Who  sit  in  the  dark,  these  receive  all  they  claim. 

My  good  fortune  was  hers,   (though  she  may  not  agree) 

For  she  had  not  a  choice,  she  was  the  one  for  me. 

For  of  all  in  the  circles  that  welcomed  the  "dead," 

I  had  never  seen  one  I  would  lead,  by  whom  I'd  be  led. 

How  this  one  came  there  is  her  own  story  then, 

Should  she  care  to  reveal  it,  herself,  to  earth's  men. 

I  followed  her  home,  and  found  all  by  her  side 

A  man  needs  to  find,  e'en  to  spirit  allied. 

Her  work,  and  her  life,  can  be  searched  by  all  men, 

And  her  like  they"ll  not  find  in  one  body  again. 

Her  book  was  first  finished,  and  published  complete, 

Before  my  own  task  had  been  set  on  its  feet; 

And  I  want  to  say  here  that  for  two  years  and  more, 

This  one  just  wrote  on,  as  she  had  long  before, 

Not  knowing  that  I  was  about,  or  around, 

Except  that  her  "poems  were  finer,"  she  found. 

When  first  she  was  able  to  hear  spirit-voice. 

There  was  more  than  herself  had  cause  to  rejoice; 

Or  the  words  she  writes  here  would  be  not  writ  for  men. 

Shakespeare  searched  "seances"  again,  and  again! 

Had  she  not  rebelled  in  development,  then, 

She  might  see  me  here  as  I  write  with  her  pen! 

But  two  doctors,  two  nurses,  and  most  of  her  kin, 

Cannot  take  from  a  mortal  the  spirit  within. 

Hence  she  writes,  and  shall  write,  'till  I  finish  my  task. 

When  no  more  shall  she  do,  and  no  more  will  God  ask! 

Here  I  bid  her  to  take  for  the  sake  of  my  soul, 
The  spirit  of  Shakespeare,  who  comes  to  make  whole 
The  task  left  unfinished, — the  book  of  my  heart, 
While  immortal  with  men,  has  of  God  not  a  part. — 
And  rewrite,  as  I  speak  the  words  she  shall  hear, 
The  lines  T  would  alter,  the  credit  make  clear, — 


50  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

While  I  work  through  her  hearing,  the  mind  is  my  own, 
And  all  words  I  command  her,  are  Shakespeare's  alone. 
To  prove  her  all  worthy,  all  fit,  and  all  kind, 
I  tell  you  again,  she  is  my  lucky  find ! 

Apr.  22nd,  >17. 

I  AM  HE  WHO  WROTE 

How  shall  the  spirits  prove  they  live, 
If  none  here  care  to  hear  or  see? 
This  is  the  problem  of  our  world; 
The  first  then  to  be  solved  by  me. 

Take  aught  I  wrote  and  make  a  heap, 
And  set  to  it  a  faggot  light; 
For  all  I  wrote,  or  said,  or  did, 
Can  not  adjust  the  balance  right. 

I  wrote,  'tis  true,  some  sonnets,  plays, 
To  make  a  living,  pass  the  time 
In  merriment  or  jest  and  glee — 
I  turned  out  many  a  ribald  rhyme. 

Now  how  shall  I  who  wrote  for  this 
Fill  up  the  scales,  or  ope  men's  eyes 
To  facts  of  living  after  "death," 
Or  help  them  find  a  Paradise. 

But  one  way  opened  here  to  me, 
To  readjust  my  life  with  men: 
To  search  the  world  of  mediums, 
That  one  of  these  might  be  my  pen. 

I  have  not  told  how  long  I  sought. 
This  is  not  known  even  by  me. 
The  place  from  whence  I  came  to  plea 
Records  not  time,  but  misery. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  51 

You  marvel  then  at  my  poor  verse, 
Who  wrote  grandiloquence  in  play: 
I  strive  who  write  to  make  this  plain: 
Nor  care  for  simile  today. 

You  wonder  how  a  man  could  be 
Content  with  facts  related  here: 
Well,  did  you  come  through  hell  for  this, 
To  know  one  glad  and  kind  and  dear 

Who  would  take  up  your  task  and  write 
Nor  care,  except  her  part  well  done 
She  could  pass  on,  as  soon  must  I, 
Kecording  for  God  and  His  Son 

All  that  I  failed  in  life  to  do; 
(Although  I  thought  my  part  well  played) 
You  would  agree  to  cross  the  sea 
In  search  of  her,  with  whom  I  made 

No  contract,  and  no  papers  writ, 
But  tested,  labored,  day  by  day 
That  some  true  system  might  be  found 
Through  her,  to  brush  the  veil  away 

As  I  am  he  who  wrote  my  verse, 

My  dramas,  sonnets,  quibbles,  rhyme, 

I'm  Shakespeare  still, — Dear  England's  bard, — 

Alas,  must  be,  throughout  God's  time. 

But  give  the  one  who  writes  for  me 
The  ear  she  gives  me  to  indite, 
And  save  your  souls  from  darkness'  realm, 
Where  Godless  ones  sit  through  their  night. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


}  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

(Goon.    We  can  name  this  one  after  it  is  born.    For  a  change. 

To  give  the  world  a  message  then  W.  S.) 

No  earth  mortal  could  give: 

To  help  them  through  Eternity's 

Forever  still  to  live: 

This  is  the  reason  why  I  came 

A  miracle  to  work 

To  banish  crime  against  themselves 

Which  hidden,  still  doth  lurk 

Within  the  hearts  and  lives  of  men 

Who  travel  earth's  short  road 

Which  ends  in  God's  eternity 

Where  each  bears  his  own  load 

Throughout  all  time  until  he  gives 

To  Him  the  payment  due: 

Thus  came  I  to  the  earth   for  souls 

To   rescue,  warn   them   too. 

Then,  I  have  come  to  prove  the  truth 

God's  spirit  lives;  nor  "dies"; 

And  that  the  "dead"  walk  on  the  earth, 

Nor  stop  "beyond  the  skies." 

To  do  my  work  is  all  I  hope : 

Nor  praise  nor  comment  care, 

Since  spirit  knows  but  valueless 

Earth's  plaudits  where  we  fare. 

To  pay  and  pay  and  pay  and  pay 

And  then  to  pay,  my  due 

To  the  Great  God  who  saves  us  all, — 

This  must  I  do  through  yon. 

The  reasons  then  why  I  came  back 

May  be  yours  too  one  day, 

If  in  your  heedless,  Godlessness 

You  end  your  mortal  stay.  W.  S.  In  spirit 

Call  this  one  THE  REASON  WHY.         W.  S. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE^S  SPIRIT  53 

THERE  IS  NO  DEATH 

(To  those  who  say  Good-bye:  From  the  immortal  Shakespeare.) 
Men  halt  and  say  their  own  have  "died," 
And  lay  them  down  within  the  sod 
Commending  that  their  soul  may  rest 
And  live  on  high  at  peace  with  God. 
But  when  they  find  they  have  not  "died," 
And  they  live  on  without  their  clay, 
And  in  that  wonderment  divine 
The  spirit  naught  can  take  away, 
Astonishment  no  mortal  kens, 
Chagrin  they  wish  they  might  unload, 
As  well  as  weights  they  never  guessed 
Must  be  companions  on  the  road 
Where  spirits  seek  one  friend  to  find — 
Or  one  whom  they  have  known  of  yore, 
To  help  them  lift  the  weight  they  bear 
On  to  that  land  of  Evermore. 

As  mortals  pass  to  the  unknown, 
And  reap  whatever  they  have  sown, 
And  find  but  what  they  fetch  along, 
Right,  if  it  be,  else  all  the  wrong — 
They  lift  a  face  to  greet  the  sky 
Unknown  of  men  until  they  "die," 
Where  never  one  whom  they  have  known 
Awaits  to  greet  them  as  their  own ; 
But  wandering  ever,  ever  on, 
They  seek  the  Light — and  pray  for  dawn. 

W.S.  In  spirit  Through  S.  S. 

Fearless  we  search  the  earth  on  pleasure  bent, 
Nor  worry  for  our  lives  beyond  the  sky, 
If  we  have  all  that  mortal  flesh  can  crave, 
And  all  the  coffers  of  the  world  can  buy. 


54  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

We  gorge,  and  feast,  and  deck  in  rich  array 

Our  bodies,  for  the  most  part  foul,  depraved  in  lust, — 

While  to  the  ones  less  fortunate  than  we 

We  scarce  have  time,  nor  think,  to  fling  a  crust. 

There  comes  a  time  when  but  a  zephyr-breath 

Doth  close  the  portal  which  was  open  wide. 

Astonished  we  look  in  the  face  of  death — 

And  realize  we  live, — though  we  have  "died" ! 

What  meets  the  view, — what  meets  the  mind  "alive, — " 

And  keener  than  it  ever  was  of  yore, — 

When  spirit  knows  there  is  no  grave,  no  death, 

But  all  is  life,  and  life  forevermore? 

What  words  of  mine,  though  I  immortal  be, — 
Among  the  illustrious  earth's,  my  words  to  men, — 
Can  to  the  world  express  my  own  chagrin 
That  I  must  live,  and  do  my  work  again. 
Undoing  all  my  past,  as  God  would  bid; 
Undoing  all  the  crime  that  once  I  did: 
Not  anything  from  God,  who  would  be  rid 
Of  all  who  break  His  holy  nature-laws, 
And  all  who  serve  another  god  than  He: 
And  thus  I  write,  no  knight  immortalized, 
Nor  yet  from  bondage  for  my  earth-crimes  free. 

Take  these,  my  words,  and  treasure  as  God's  own, 

The  truth  of  spirit-power  here  worked  by  me ; 

And  may  I  win  His  pardon  and  His  grace, 

If  ONE  I  save,  from  what  I  used  to  be! 

Bemoan  no  fate  that  sends  you  hence  in  rags, — 

Impoverishment  of  one  kind  or  another, — 

Where  souls  are  vagrants,  homeless, — such  are  poor, — 

This  poverty  is  there, — where  is  no  other. 

My  own  poor  soul,  a  wanderer,  here  writes  this: 

Your  Shakespeare  whom  a  world  mouths  and  adores ; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  55 

Immortal  in  the  land  where  once  he  lived, 
An  outcast  from  Great  God's  eternal  shores! 
(Please  sign  my  full  name  to  this.) 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

DIVINE  HISTORY 

Rewrite  the  Scriptures,  blot  out  every  word 

Our  Father  spoke  through  Him,  all  that  He  heard 

His  Father  say,  the  visions  sent  He  saw; 

Abstract  the  words  He  heard  which  make  the  written  Law: 

Snatch  then  the  prophecies  there  writ  entire: 

Blot  out  the  wraithlike  chariot,  words  of  fire, 

And  pay  no  heed  to  what  the  Spirit's  done 

Proclaiming  He  would  send  the  world  His  Son : 

Then  show  to  doubting  mortals  what  is  left 

When  Scripture  is  of  spirit  all  bereft. 

Say  can  they  find  aught  that  their  souls  can  save, 

But  through  the  spirits  Holy  Spirit  gave? 

Mark  then  the  grave  no  barrier  or  tomb, 
But  for  the  living  dead  here,  now,  make  room. 
Reach  out  one  poor,  impoverished,  pauper's  hand 
And  ring  the  curtain  up  on  Spiritland. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  TRUTH  REGARDING  THE  TRUTH 
No  lives  continue  in  this  world  of  men. 

This  truth  is  known  by  all  who  breathe  a  breath. 
Yet  do  they  see  no  reason  they  should  care 
If  there  be  life  beyond  the  change  called  "death"? 

No  harpies  have  come  forth  in  swarms  like  bees, — 
A  "crazy"  one,  so  termed,  has  seen  a  "ghost," 
Or  eyes  near  death  have  seemed  to  have  revealed 
A  dear  one,  or  some  angel  at  the  most. 


56  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

But  those  who  claim  to  speak  with,  see,  the  "dead," 
Are  charlatans,  impostors,  something  more, — 
For  why  should  one  and  not  another  have 
Such  privilege  to  see  beyond  this  life  the  spirit-core? 

The  truth  is  few  here  care  to  see  their  own, 
Or  speak  with  them,  or  know  if  they  do  live. 
Else  would  THEY  speak  to  THEM ;  the  law  is  such 
No  spirit  shall  intrude,  or  mortal  give 
Affright  that  should  his  reasoning  unhinge. 
Though  they  may  give  a  chill,  a  tap,  or  touch, 
A  rap,  a  light,  or  last  a  spirit-twinge. 
When  mortals  care  to  know  if  life  ends  here, 
Or  if  their  own  have  message  past  the'  sod, 
Will  they  begin  to  seek  where  seekers  find, 
And  know  the  truth :  the  spirit  is  of  God. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  Through  S.  S. 

A  MESSAGE  TO  THE  WEARY  WORLD 
I  long  to  give  a  message  to  the  weary  struggling  world! 
The  world  that  bleeds  all  wounded  by  its  war! 
I  fain  would  bear  a  candle  where  the  faintest  rays  unfurled 
Would  carry  some  faint  hope  from  lands  afar! 
What  can  life  hold  of  promise  to  men's  children  yet-to-be, 
If  some  light  across  the  present  is  not  shed, — 
What  cause  have  generations  in  their  fight  but  to  be  free, 
Unless  it  be  to  live  until  they're  "dead"? 

O  wake  from  dormant  Christlessness,  and  think  of  time  to  be, 

When  battling  for  soul-freedom  'yond  the  sky, 

Where  the  purposes  of  being  was  but  life's  eternity, 

And  the  saving  of  the  soul  which  cannot  die! 

Could  I  speak  across  the  chasm  'tween  the  spirit-world  and  this, 

Through  the  mouthpiece  of  the  writer  of  this  screed, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  57 

Would  I  sound  a  warning  clarion  that  a  love  of  mortal  bliss, 
Shall  make  a  soul  a  beggar  in  great  need ! 
(Please,  write  my  full  name.) 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit 

(Through  Sarah  Shatford) 

ACROSS  THE  BORDER 
Wake  from  your  sleep,  oh  world,  and  give 
The  waking  dead  proof  that  YOU  live. 
Awake  their  hopes  at  least  ye  see 
God's  plan  IS  His  eternity. 
SPEAK!     Give  your  "dead"  awake  and  here 
A  chance  to  prove  there  is  no  bier 
Can  fold  the  form  the  clay  encased, 
And  naught  of  mind  has  "death"  erased. 
The  "dead"  stand  here,  the  so  called  "dead", 
But  living  as  to  heart  and  head, 
And  long  that  you  may  hear  and  see 
The  spirit's  immortality. 
Across  the  border,  but  a  wave! 
A  line,  marked  by  a  tomb  or  grave! 
We  stand,  an  army,  straining  eyes 
For  merest  chance  to  make  you  wise; 
While  ye  but  mourn  our  passed  out  breath 
And  separation;  yea,  our  "death." 

W.  S.  In  spirit  Through  S.  S. 

TO  CRITICS  OF  MY  PEN 

We  work  for  no  applause  who  write  these  lines, — 
We  write  but  for  God's  cause  who  write  these  lines. 
To  those  who  sit  in  high  estate, 
And  pick  their  flaws,  we  must  relate 
The  reason  why  we  write  these  lines. 


58  SHAKESPEARE  's  REVELATIONS 

There  is  no  high,  nor  low,  estate, 
Which  gives  to  man  a  man  for  mate. 
To  those  who  worship  nature's  god, 
Thinking  that  God  will  spare  the  rod, 
Or  that  life  ends  with  their  grave-sod, — 
For  these,  and  all — I  write  these  lines. 

My  pen  at  last  has  then  confessed 
To  worship  God  is  right  and  best : 
To  see  themselves  at  last  undone, 
Must  every  pervert.  Every  one. 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

To  lift  the  veil  and  view  the  hidden  mysteries,— 
To  tempt  the  ones  departed  to  tell  all, — 
No  matter  if  in  doing  so  they  suffer 
For  breaking  laws   (as  once  did  Adam  fall) 
For  in  the  life  where  mysteries  are  hidden, 
As  those  the  world  could  neither  see,  nor  bear, 
There  is  a  law, — to  keep  which  we  are  bidden, 
And  all  who  break  this  law  must  repay,  there. 

But  I  am  on  my  way  here  from  perdition, 
To  save  all  mortals  such  a  fate  as  mine; 
If  I  can  rend  the  veil,  by  which  is  hidden 
The  mystery  of  laws  men  think  divine, 
I  speak  with  no  uncertain  claim,  or  vision, 
I  claim  no  reparation  for  my  crime; 
I  only  ask  to  hear  a  spirit's  version 
Of  Paradise,  which  mortals  think  sublime. 

ALL  WORLDS  ARE  ONE;  AND  THERE  IS  NO  DIVISION 
No  hell  but  that  you  take;  no  heaven  I  see: 
Unless  it  be  the  fruitless  search  through  aeons, 
For  all  the  dear  of  earth  who  used  to  be. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  59 

When  I  came  out  to  search  for  all  I  cherish, 

And  found  not  one  who  was  in  search  of  me, 

I  thought  to  find  them  ever  on  some  highway, 

And  so  it  came  about  I  crossed  the  sea. 

But  on  and  on  my  weary  spirit  traveled, — 

Nor  ever  any  place  I  found  'till  now : 

In  losing  all  my  memory  had  garnered, 

There  was  no  peace  for  this  one,  I  can  vow. 

I've  searched  through  every  sphere  where  spirits  travel, — 

I've  come  to  know  all  men  must  search  as  I, 

Unless  they've  passed  with  all  their  sins  forgiven, 

And  are  God's  own,  and  say  so,  e're  they  "die." 

I've  come  to  know  still  more  I  would  impart  here, 

To  help  along  the  wretched  ones  of  earth : 

To  give  a  hand  while  yet  a  hand  may  save  them ; 

To  tell  them,  then,  what  constitutes  new-birth. 

For  every  sin  the  mortal  flesh  hath  cherished, 

That  mortal's  soul  is  chained  through  years  of  time; 

To  the  same  sin  forever  is  he  welded 

Anear  his  past,  and  one  with  the  earth  clime. 

He  may  go  out  a  sinful,  fettered  spirit, — 

He  will  remain  this  fettered  spirit  still : 

And  naught  I  know  shall  lighten  up  the  burden,— 

Until  of  sin  and  crime  he  has  his  fill. 

No  spirit  welches  forth  from  hell  to  heaven ; 
No  God  awaited  this  poor  soul  of  mine 
With  pardon  interdicted  or  instated 
My  craven  form  as  part  of  Him  divine ! 
No  angels  came  to  help  me  lift  my  burden ; 
Or  brother  soul  e'er  lifted  on  the  way ; 
I  saw  myself,  and  how  I  came  to  forfeit 
For  blackness  of  the  night,  God's  perfect  day. 


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I  hailed  no  soul — or  begged  no  pittance  from  them ; 
Each  spirit  knows  at  last  what  "dying"  means : 
And  every  soul  its  own  cross  shoulders  bravely, 
With  every  lacking  towards  his  God  he  leans. 

At  first  we  pass  a  number  on  the  highway 
Who  roister  with  their  kind  in  revelry; 
But  soon  we  turn  our  backs  too  pained  to  view  these, 
Nor  evermore  desire  their  kind  to  see. 
Our  tasks  you  vain  would  ask,  what  are  they? 
To  help  those  in  the  world  from  whence  we  came. 
In  helping  whom,  we  know,  is  some  true  balance, 
Which  weighs  for  us  someplace  with  our  own  name. 
Wre  know  that  in  the  past  no  balance  varied 
Which  meted  out  to  us  the  woe  we've  known : 
And  trusting  this  same  Judge,  who  varies  never, 
We  trust,  all  hopeless,  still,  to  reach  our  own. 

This  is  the  hell  to  which  I  then  referred: 
From  which  all  living,  would  that  I  could  spare: 
This  is  the  true  state  of  the  worldly's  heaven; 
A  spirit  in  a  world  of  worldly  care. 

There  is  no  veil,  except  the  mortal  vision ! 
Which  naught  can  rend,  for  most,  excepting  "death". 
To  know  what  I  have  told  from  spirit's  prison, 
Most  mortals  must  give  up  their  mortal  breath. 

May  26th,  '17. 

TO  A  POET  WHO  COULD  NOT  DIE: 
The  world  crowned  with  laurels  a  poet  divine, 
Who  had  tasted  of  poverty's  cup. 
The  crown  bestowed  title,  and  honors,  and  such, 
And  the  poet  with  these  oft  did  sup. 
But  the  end  came  for  him  in  the  midst  of  his  prime, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SI-IKIT  01 

When  from  care  and  all  want  he  was  free, 

And  he  passed  to  a  realm  to  be  scorned  of  the  God 

Who  rejects  all  such  sinners  as  he. 

He  could  not  go  on, — he  could  only  come  back 

Where  the  earthbound  must  suffer  and  live, 

As  they  work  out  for  others  their  problems  they  pay 

For  all  they  refused  God  to  give. 

O  the  horror  of  such  is  too  much  to  be  said. 

How  many  poor  souls  wish  that  "dying"  meant  dead ! 

THE  POET'S  FAREWELL 

When  the  world  has  defamed  and  expunged  you  for  naught. 
But  the  same  which  they  do,  day  by  day, — 
And  you've  gone  to  a  land  that's  no  better  than  this, 
And  not  half  so  good,  in  a  way — 
May  you  never  return  to  work  for  no  pay, 
Or  endeavor  to  plan  past  His  own, 
Else  YOU  may  be  weary  and  sad,  just  as  I, 
When  you  must  go  on,  and  go  home ! 

There's  nothing  of  earth  could  tempt  me  to  stay, — 

There's  nothing  more  here  I  can  do: 

So  this  is  the  end  of  your  greatness,  and  love, 

For  I  go — and  I'm  glad  to  leave  you. 

You  have  done  what  you  could, — you  could  not  do  more : 

And  for  this  I  withhold  further  blame : 

But  the  day  that  you  call,  will  I  be  at  your  side, 

And  respond  with  my  own  famous  name! 

You  cannot  go  far,  and  neither  can  I, 

Apart  from  each  other,  nor  roam, 

Where  one  will  not  wish  for  the  other,  I  ween,— 

And  carry  that  final  wish  Home! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"This  is  in  punishment  for  not  obeying  the  voice  which  asks 
you  to  "string,"  to  keep  in  touch.    W.  S.      July  10th,  '17. 


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TO  ONE  IN  A  TOMB : 
There  is  a  grave  where  Shakespeare  lies 
All  sealed  and  kept  in  state, 
Where  no  one  dares  to  move  his  bones, 
And  no  one  cares  of  late, 
To  rob  his  dust  or  make  him  great, 
Entombing  him  with  kings; 
For  he  is  now  long  turned  to  dust! 
Not  so.     For  still  he  sings, 
And  opens  to  a  loving  heart 
The  way  to  find  her  God, 
Who  bears  a  cross  in  her  sad  life, 
Afflicted  by  the  rod, 
But  who  shall  mount  on  wings  of  grace 
When  I  have  left  her  here, 
To  think  of  all  she  might  have  done 
To  make  the  path  more  clear 
For  him  who  took  her  from  a  place 
He  found  her  seeking  one 
To  tell  her  of  the  spirit-world 
When  this  old  life  is  done. 
He  took  her,  glad  and  satisfied, 
To  help  her  on  her  way, — 
And  must  have  been  a  helper  too, 
From  then  until  this  day. 
And  all  he  ever  asked  of  her 
Was  that  she  string  for  him 
That  she  might  keep  in  touch  and  hear, 
Her  hearing  not  grow  dim. 
Now  we  will  write  no  more  of  this 
Since  she  has  strung  for  me; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  63 

And  I  am  that  same  Shakespeare,  boys, 
That  lies  across  the  sea. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  8.) 

Note:     "An  exercise"  praticed  before  writing,  a  tuning-up, 
as  it  were,  before  writing.    W.  S.) 

THE  POEMS  OF  A  BARD 

When  the  world  recognized  poor  Will  Shakespeare, 
(And  folk,  I  am  poor  Shakespeare  still), 
Overjoyed  was  one  bard  in  creation, 
Who  set  to  and  worked  with  a  will 
To  make  a  few  dramas  and  sonnets, 
(Which  the  world,  I  see,  still  recommends) 
I  lived  for  my  Art  and  its  purpose, 
And  treasured  my  Art  and  its  friends. 

The  Power  which  is  divine  afflatus, 
And  without  which  no  poet  could  write, 
I  never  kneeled  down  to,  or  worshiped, 
Until  I  passed  out,  in  the  night ! 

If  poets  are  God's  own  creation, 

(And  they  are;  which  is  known  by  all  here) 

Oh,  should  they  re-write  half  their  measures, 

Uniting  His  worship,  and  fear. 

The  greater  the  bard,  so  his  blessing, — 

The  greater  his  task  then  should  be: 

To  write  for  the  God  of  creation, 

Is  the  purpose  this  God  has  set  me. 

Oh,  make  up  your  minds  e're  the  finish, 
The  Artist  of  Artists  will  scan 

The  lines  you  have  written,  the  crimes  you  have  done- 
While  you  traversed  earth's  planet  as  man. 


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TO  SET  THE  WORLD  RIGHT 
To  set  the  world  right  and  make  snivelers  agree 
As  to  who  wrote  Shakespeare,  if  'twere  BACON  or  He, 
Or  Marlowe  or  Pitt  or  the  scribes  ages  old, 
I  must  tell,  says  this  scribe  through  whom  I  indite, 
To  settle  for  aye  then  this  subject,  I  write: 

When  a  man  among  kings  (I  was  knighted  by  one) 

Where  a  handle  or  wheel  makes  a  favourite  son 

Distinguished  through  time  for  something's  he's  done, 

For  a  knight  in  my  day  must  his  laurels  have  won. 

With  a  band  of  king's  players  by  Bill  Shakespeare  led, 

I  played  many  roles,  e'en  recalled  the  dead 

To  piece  out  my  plot  or  to  string  out  my  rhyme, 

Nor  considered  it  theft;  more  an  honor  that  time, 

To  borrow  a  plot  for  a  queen  or  a  king, 

And  watch  their  amuse  as  my  poor  muse  would  sing. 

So  each  time  when  I  needed  a  plot  or  a  play 

I  searched  o'er  the  tomes  where  musty  plots  lay 

Bulging  out  with  ideas  from  cranium's  dust, 

Whose  shades  may  have  helped  as  I  now  know,  and  trust. 

But  that  any  one  man  made  a  plot  or  a  play, 

Or  was  such  singled  out  as  a  ruse  for  my  pay, 

I  deny  in  fac  toto  in  spirit  this  day. 

Should  any  man's  play  be  found  as  my  work, 

Which  was  not  by  me  writ,  'tis  a  publisher's  quirk ; 

Which  one  day  I'll  acclaim ;  for  I  mean  to  read  all 

As  signed  with  my  name. 

There  are  glories  so  great  past  an  immortal  name, 
And  riches  apast  all  earth's  honor  and  fame, — 
Should  you  weary  as  I  in  the  land  where  I  came 
You  will  find  immortality  NOT  IN  A  NAME. 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKE;,;  LAUIO'S  Hi'inrr  65 

Fourteen  summers  have  passed  since  I  snw  England. 

These  have  I  counted  on  my  two  hui.ds. 

Lest  you  should  think  I  have  no  hands 

Being  Shakespeare's  shade,  then  let  me  say 

I  have  the  SAME  hands  which  were  mine, 

Even  those  hands  defects.   And  would  ye  doubt 

That  I  am  here  as  when  on  earth  my  digits 

Wove  their  own  spelled  rhyme 

And  laid  the  plot  wherefore  my  book  remains  today, 

Then  will  I  say  who  wrote  that  same 

The  world  has  never  changed,  the  moon's  the  same, 

And  the  same  stars  swing  in  their  same  wheels: 

Nor  more  changed  am  I. 

When  mortals  walk  this  earth  nor  care  to  know 

Where  theirs  have  gone,  or  they  shall  go, 

When  incomplete  their  span  of  life 

Each  lays  him  in  a  grave,  nor  cares  what  else  may  Le — 

'Tis  time  to  wake  these  from  their  poisoned  dream, 

That  God  may  find  His  sons,  and  their  esteem. 

When  virtue  has  no  claim  nor  honor  sense, 

And  out  of  each  man's  egotistic  mind 

He  makes  His  laws  supreme, 

Having  no  thought  for  duty  or  its  name — 

The   world  needs   purging,   and   its   suffering   souls 

Restored,  made  whole  again. 

To  lands  where  all  must  fare  from  this 
And  each  must  answer  to  the  call 
Which  gives  him  rest  and  union  sweet, 
Or,  cast  where  are  his  kind  who  fall, 
Who  fail,  nor  give  their  God  His  due, 
Who  reap  "beyond"  what  they  have  sown, 
All  fare  today  in  flesh  and  bone. 
<rWTio  cares!"  thev  crv:    "What  do  we  know 


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Regarding  God,  or  His  intent!" 

And  thus  they  plunge  in  recklessness 

Upon  their  ruin  inadly  bent. 

"Who  cares?     Not  I:"  the  saved  ones  say: 

"For  I  have  claimed  for  Him  my  soul." 

And  thus  the  world  on  pleasure  bent 

Must  reap  the  harvest,  pay  the  toll. 

Then  I  care,  if  no  other  cares, 

(And  MANY  CARE,  but  cannot  save) 

And  from  my  own  experience 

I  came  to  warn  them  past  the  grave. 

I  come  to  speak  through  her  I  write 

Words  true  as  God's  purpose  is  true 

When  He  saves  from  our  wrecked   selves 

A  soul  to  profit,  work,  and  do 

That  part  He  set  when  on  Time's  dial 

He  measured  out  the  day  and  night 

And  in  His  sky  hung  out  the  stars, 

And  by  His  word  brought  forth  the  light. 

And  by  my  lost  and  wasted  time 

The  world  shall  profit  to  a  man 

If  aught  a  spirit  here  can  do, 

That  part  I'll  do  as  do  I  can! 

Think  not  to  profit  by  decease, 
Nor  meet  a  waiting  Paradise, 
If  you  have  spun  some  simple  rhyme, 
And  cannot  look  God  in  the  eyes. 
Your  task  is  done  at  last  you  "die," 
Your  chance  is  lost,  perhaps  your  soul, 
Even  to  those  who  give  Him  half 
Must  they  return  half  to  make  whole. 
Where  God  is  naught  is  incomplete. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  67 

Then  shall  man  fritter  life  away 

And  come  at  last  and  bring  Him  nought, 

And  nought  required  for  him  to  pay? 

Go  to!    The  making  of  yourselves 

The  Maker  leaves  within  your  hands, 

When  He  reclaims  His  light  He  gave, 

And  ye  are  called  to  spiritlands 

Ye  shall  bring  ALL,  and  all  must  COUNT, 

— And  naught  is  hidden  let  me  say — 

The  part  ye  bring  rests  then  with  YOU, 

Or  if  ye  suffer  or  must  pay. 

"Kecall  the  dead?    What  good  are  they! 

The  dead  are  dead."  (At  least  men  say) 

But  I  say  here  there's  no  such  thing. 

The  dead  walk,  see,  hear,  laugh,  and  sing! 

In  fact  there  is  no  difference,  nay, 

Except  the  case  has  slipped  away. 

Then  write  my  words,  and  make  them  plain. 

For  I  must  speak  and  save  souls  pain. 

And  I  must  travel,  lecture,  write, 

To    save    earth's    men    dark    past   earth's    night, 

Where  souls  recover  their  lost  sense, 

And  make  amends  and  recompense 

To  God  their  Maker,  not  themselves, 

Till  conscience  wakes  and  overwhelms. 

Make  no  mistake  I  write  who  paid. 

No  pervert's  gift  was  ever  laid 

Down  at  the  feet  of  Him  who  died 

Sinners  to  save,  ay,  crucified. 

Nor  mine  was  laid,  nor  near  Him  came; 

Nor  came  He  when  I  called  His  name. 

Where  eons  passed  I  sat  to  think 

How  meagre  fame  I  write  in  ink. 


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Immortal  son   I  did  not  know 
Proclaimed  was  I  on  earth  below. 
Nor  care  I  now  what  men  acclaim, 
But  what  I  write  in  Jesus'  name. 
My  thought  is  mine,  my  words  the  same, 
The  hand  is  hers  whom  I  acclaim 
The  first  that  ever  wrote  for  me 
Since  mine  own  wrote,  or  I  set  free 
To  serve  the  God  I  FAILED  to  serve 
When  as  a  man  I  did  permit 
Base  passion  my  best  self  to  swerve. 
When  here  I  came  for  purpose  writ  . . 
Much  had  I  first  to  teach  and  take, 
(Which  would  to  heaven  I  could  replace, 
Except,  I  write  for  Jesus'  sake) 
To  blot,  and  mould,  string,  and  remake, 
Attune  to  harmony  complete, — 
Before  I  set  this  task  about 
Was  HER  TASK  then  but  all  replete. 
Thus  have  I  waited,  tended,  toiled, 
With  more  than  pen  here  could  be  writ, 
Before  mine  instrument  was  fit. 

May  I  digress  to  speak  her  worth, 

And  claim  her  greatest  on  the  earth, 

That  ever  for  a  spirit  "strung," 

Or  walked  the  earth's  unseen  among? 

Her  willingness  to  serve  is  great, 

(Prime  requisite  in  our  estate) 

Her  sense  of  justice  high  and  fine: 

In  gentleness  I  claim  her  mine. 

While  from  a  heart  both  great  and  good 

Shall  Shakespeare's  words  speak  what  they  would! 

O  men  who  read  with  jeer  and  smirk 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

The   miracle  I   herewith   work, 
What  will  YE  give  when  ye  have  passed 
To  work  ONE  such,  from  iirst  to  last! 
Make  light  of  souls  and  sin  and  God, 
Remould  His  statutes,  break  His  laws, 
And  search  for  other  primal  cause, — 
Insult  Him,  mock  Him,  and  devise 
Schemes  for  yourselves,   ignore  His   wise 
And  just  and  Mighty  plans: 
But  know  your  souls  rest  in  His  hands. 
Your  soul,  your  spirit,  ay,  the  same, 
No  matter  how  you  spell  its  name, 
That  thing  am  I,  unseen  but  heard 
By  her  who  writes  my  very  word. 

Halt !   Pause  before  it  is  too  late ! 
There  IS  a  heaven,  a  judgment  Gate. 
There  is  a  hell  where  souls  ablaze 
Sit  in  the  dark  all  in  amaze 
At  what  they  find  themselves  at  last 
The  clay  is  gone  which  held  them  fast. 
There  is  a  God  O  men  of  earth, 
Ye  soon  must  learn  through  spirit-birth. 
A  Judge  who  judges,  weighs,  and  finds 
The  gold  or  dross  of  mortal's  minds. 
There  is  adjustment  through  His  laws 
Where  spirit  finds  effect  through  cause. 
Where  senses  more  than  earth — alert 
Receive  their  wound,  nor  heal  its  hurt. 
How  shall  I  speak  that  ye  may  see 
It  is  my  soul  which  speaks  to  thee ! 

Thou  art  awearied  of  God's  plan 
That  gave  a  span-of-life  to  man 
And  takes  again  but  that  He  gave, 


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When  he  becomes  dust  in  the  grave? 

Ye  are  a  fool  He  hath  made  wise, 

Who  seeks  some  far-off  Paradise, 

And  claims  a  right  to  share  therein 

To  bring  along  a  sinner's  sin? 

Or,  wiser  than   the  Maker  thou, 

Hast  been  fooled  throughout  time  'till  now? 

A  newer  God  now  have  ye  found, 

Who  spares  no  soul  when  'neath  a  mound, 

The  final  dust  is  laid  away? 

Your  "God  is  nature,"  so  you  say? 

Alas  what  fools  hath  nature  made! 

Whose  god  includes  no  soul,  nor  shade. 

When  God  breathed  into  Adam  breath, 

He  gave  a  soul  that  knows  no  death. 

When  from  his  side  He  took  a  bone, 

And  fashioned  woman  for  his  own, 

Completing  in  the  twain  called  one 

His  world  and  work  which  He  had  done, 

And  gave  it  all,  and  last  His  Son, 

Because  He  loved  the  world  He  made, 

Dost  think  He  COULD  not  make  a  shade? 

When  Jesus  rose  and  was  the  same, 

— Which  was  foretold  before  He  came — 

And  held  aloft  His  martyr  hands 

Before  He  came  to  spirit  lands, 

Was  this  a  fable,  or  untrue  ? 

Or  does  that  Jesus  interest  you? 

The  Word,  then,  Holy  Spirit  wrote, 
As  history  is  it  remote? 
Nor  care  ye  not  it  is  replete 
With  sinner's  record  of  defeat? 
Or  care  ye  not  for  aught  BUT  earth, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  71 

And  what  ye  measure  as  to  girth. 
One  of  these  answer.     What  think  you? 
Are  YOU  a  traitor — Judas  too? 
Think  ye  on  earth  to  worship  bliss 
And  to  betray  Him  with  a  kiss, 
When  ye  pass  out  beyond  your  frame, 
To  work  a  wonder  in  His  name? 

What  DO  ye  think.     Ye  will  not  speak! 

But  walking  in  His  footsteps,  meek 

As  walk  the  lowliest  of  earth, 

I  speak  for  you  from  spirit-birth. 

Proclaim  to  you  my  sinner's  past. 

The    chain    I    fo»ged    which   bound    me   fast. 

Such    chords    men    weave    their    lives    about, 

Then  wonder  why  God  shuts  them  out ! 

You  cannot  see  the  future  then 

Until  the  spirits  speak  to  men 

To  rouse  them  from  eternal  woe 

Where  headstrong  all  seem  bound  to  go. 

When  it  was  given  me  to  state 
How  I  would  serve  in  my  estate, 
I  chose  to  use  my  past  to  mend 
The  souls  who  would  not  God  attend, 
But,  as  mine  own  should  pay  and  pay 
In  darkness,  lacking  One  bright  ray! 
Do  I  then  come  at  the  behest 
Of  Him  I  serve  to  do  my  best 
That  I  might  save  from  woe  like  mine 
Such  sinners  for  the  God  Divine. 
To  pay  as  you  of  earth  shall  pay — 
For  every  crime  you  store  away 
Which  you  think  hidden,  sunken  deep 
While  of  its  benefit  you  reap,-— 


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To  give  no  part  of  God's  to  God, 

And  think  not  of  chastisement's  rod, 

The  while  you  make  gods  pleasing  you, 

Sufficing  all  you  care,  or  do, 

And  shuffling  off  the  mortal  coil," 

Go  out  impoverished  with  moil! 

To  pray  no  prayer  and  give  no  praise 

To  Him  who  giveth  all  your  days, 

And  all  His  gifts  none  else  could  give. 

To  bless  through  time  as  Time  shall  live, — 

To  find  no  path  His  word  has  left 

For  souls  benighted  or  bereft, — 

To  look  up  to  His  winged  things 

And  hear  no  song  but  nature  sings, — 

To  spare  no  time  and  have  no  thought, 

For  Him  whose  blood  your  souls  hath  bought,- 

To  give  no  care  nor  care  to  give 

To  this  soul  then  that  it  may  live 

That  last  some  part  ye  may  repay 

By  following  in  His  Divine  way! 

As  spirit,  then,  what  can  I  bring, 

What  warning  from  my  lips  can  ring. 

Adown  the  ages  from  my  pen 

O  would  I  speak  to  mortal  men. 

Confessing  how  my  crime  of  earth 

But  claimed  me  here  of  sinner's  worth. 

No  friend  I  found  awaiting  me, — 

Nor  loved  ones  ever  can  I  see, — 

(For  all  I  know  this  day  I  write 

My  future  must  know  spirit-blight) 

And  all  the  past  which  men  acclaim 

Writ  fairly  o'er  with  Shakespeare's  name, 

Means  naught  but  pain  at  last  I  see 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  73 

Where  He  who  gave  such  wealth  to  me 
But  writ  my  name  where  failures  be. 

Can  ought  I  write,  or  do,  atone, 
Where  Jesus  claims  souls  as  His  own. 
Or  ought  I  say  save  others  here 
A  fate  like  England's  poor  Shakespeare. 

Men,  there  is  God  who  made  you  man: 
Then  be  content  with  His  own  plan. 
His  way  and  all  He  made  is  good : 
And  must  as  His  be  understood. 
No  vice,  nor  adding  to  His  way 
Shall  bring  you  with  no  debt  to  pay. 
But  all  must  be  as  His  intent — 
If  following  where  the  Master  went, 
Ye  pay  your  everlasting  due, 
Ye'll  find  no  charge  awaiting  you. 
Be  calm.   And  sane.   And  forfeit  lust. 
No  soul  can  die  with  crumbling  dust. 
When  ye  go  hence  beyond  earth's  sphere. 
Recall,  man-lovers,  poor  Shakespeare. 

Wm.  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FOUND 

I  who  write  here  came  here  to  find 
An  instrument  for  Shakespeare's  mind. 
To  write  my  plays  I  did  intend, 
Their  scurrility  amend. 
To  take  each  line  and  blot  for  aye 
The  work  for  which  I  here  shall  pay 
Before  another  plane  shall  see 
My  soul  befouled,  or  I  can  be 
Uplifted  where  my  own  went  on 
When  life  for  them  meant  truly  dawn! 


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To  do  this  task  then  I  must  find 
A  mortal  having  spirits'  mind. 
Then  must  she  be  allotted  me, 
Before  such  harvest  garnered  be. 

Through  time  I  cannot  count,  or  know, 
I  searched  here,  ay,  high  and  low, 
To  learn  where  sat  the  instrument 
Who  could  and  would  serve  my  intent. 
Four  years  have  passed  since  this  one  found 
Her  purposes  while  on  the  ground 
Would  be  to  answer  when  I  spoke, 
Nor  any  plea  of  mine  revoke. 
She  knew  me  not  while  I  knew  her. 
And  all  her  life-pulse  e'er  could   stir: 
She  wrote  her  poems  writ  by  me, 
Nor  dreamed  one  there  she  could  not  see. 
Till  all  was  finished,  books  complete, 
I  claimed  no  throne  but  just  a  seat 
Where  daily  spirit-food  was  spread 
By  Shakespeare,  whom  all  men  have  read. 
When  in  the  end  I  spoke  she  heard, 
As  here  she  hears  my  every  word — 
And  on  to  purpose  great  and  high 
We  press,  to  prove  men  cannot  die. 

Her  work  was  hers,  as  hers  'twill  pass; 
My  work  is  mine,  but  mine,  alas; 
For  any  word  that  I  may  rhyme 
Is  but  to  prove  no  lust  or  crime 
Can  do  for  one,  however  great, 
Naught  when  he  comes  to  spirit-state. 

Two  thousand  thousand  eons  sped 
With  SUCH  recorded,  is  he  DEAD : 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  75 

And  from  the  last  his  God  shall  give, 

He  mourns,   through  time,  that  he  must  live. 

To  gather  naught  but  thistles,  then, 

He  comes  to  warn  his  fellowmen 

Lest  they,  as  he,  pass  out,  nor  "die," 

But  find  themselves,  as  here  am  I. 

Such  will  my  work  be  then  from  now 

Recorded  by  one,  I  allow, 

Is  more  than  just  my  stick  (pencil)  or  pen, 

— A  saviour  of  her  brothermen. 

(Her  task  is  hard  which  I  have  set; 

But   Shakespeare  knows  it  will  be  met.) 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

MY  WORK  AND  I 
My  work  we  have  perused  and  scanned :  and  turning  idly  o'er 

its  leaves 
We  found  nothing  of  God  therein,  nor  aught  expressing  soulful 

grieves 
Against  the  bonds  of  sin,  alack,  or  'gainst  the  broken  laws  of 

God— 

Nor  hope  of  Him,  Adjuster  All,  which  all  must  face,  if  sum 
mons  call. 
What  will  men  do  who  live  for  fame,  if  God  will  blot  for  aye 

their  name, 
And  leave  them  naught  but  hungering,  but  wish  to  serve,  but 

souls  to  bring 
Up  to  His  lofty  High  estate  where  all  must  pause  outside  the 

Gate. 

Nor  solved  I  any  wish  for  good, — except  it  be  for  love  of  love, 
Which  holds  its  sway  and  root  and  place 
Through  Time's  long  ages  face  to  face, 


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Nor  flowers  nor  buds  in  all  the  span 
A  simple  bloom  to  comfort  man! 

My  work  is  writ  and  carved  for  aye, 
While  for  it  I  must  pay  and  pay. 
When  its  thick  torne  I  plied  this  day 
I  longed  to  snatch  the  half  away. 

May  God  Who  sees  the  spirit  aye 
But  see  my  lines  without  a  play. 
These  lines  I  scribe  to  sign  my  name 
That  God  I  lost,  for  crime  arid  fame. 

WM.  SHAKESPEARE  (In  spirit)  Through  S.  S. 
Oct.  12th,  1917. 

TO  ONE  WHO  MENTIONS  SHAKESPEARE'S  NAME 
O  world  where  lovers  love  but  love — 
And  all  their  care  is  but  for  this — 
What  will  you  do  when  you  must  part 
With  earthly  love,  and  lover's  kiss? 
O  Love  immortal  and  supreme, 
Here  one  indites  these  lines  to  Thee, 
Who  wishes  when  in  earthly  shell 
He  had  loved  immortality 
Which  counts  when  God  looks  in  the  eyes, 
And  asks  but  all  a  soul  can  bring ; 
When  lover's  love  must  count  as  naught, 
Nor  poet's  song  which  he  can  sing, 
But  every  broken  law  of  God 
Shall  pierce  his  soul  all  stricken,  wrung, — 
And  every  pervert  lover's  kiss 
Must  sting  his  soul  as  serpent's  tongue, 
Until  he  kneels  to  God  in  prayer, 
Beseeching  pardon  of  God's  grace, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  77 

No  light  divine  for  him  shall  shine, 
Nor  may  he  ever  see  God's  face! 

O  take  from  this  thy  lesson  then 

As  you  go  on  the  Christly  way ; 

And  know  full  well  it  truly  is 

Will  Shakespeare  who  speaks  here  to-day! 

EVIL  SPIRITS 

When  dispossessed  and  tenantless  the  clay  is  laid  away 
We  used  to  love  with  heart  and  soul,  and  worship  all  earth's 

day, 

We  take  one  long  and  loving  look,  then  gently  led  aside 
Are  told  we'll  need  this  husk  no  more,— we've  "gone  beyond," 

or  "died." 

Then  soon  we  find  we  are  alive,  and  there  is  no  "beyond," — 
The  rest  we  longed  for,  all  its  peace,  all  memories  true  and  fond. 
Are  nowhere, — nowhere!  we  just  live:  and  mourn  and  weep 

and  pray 
Who  long  for   shelter,   home,   and   food,— from  which   we've 

"passed  away." 
But  still  must  see  and  hear  and  touch  upon  earth's  grand 

highway. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (through  S.  S.) 

TO-THE  MAN-OF  *GOD 

•  (Dr. ,  May  2nd,  1917.) 

A  spirit  and  a  mortal  inhabiting  one  frame, 

But  separate,  distinctive,  each  bearing  their  own  name, 

Have  come  to  live  together,— in  fair  or  stormy  weather,— 

Have  come  to  work  a  miracle— 

AND  NO  POWER  ON  EARTH  can  sever. 

The  spirit  of  the  mortal,  quiescent  in  its  home, 

Has  oft  rebelled,  been  taken  out,  and  sent  abroad  to  roam. 


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To  leave  the  house  the  hostess  would, — and  give  it  back,  if  but 

she  could, — 

'Fore  e'en  another  shall,  or  should, 
Inhabit  it  with  her! 

But  now  the  hour  is  very  late; 

One  Master  waits  without  the  gate, 

And  one  waits  here  inside. 

To  serve  the  Two  she  shall  and  can, — 

To  better  here  each  brotherman! 

To  any  who  would  intercede,  or  send  one  forth  to  beg  or  plead, 

I  only  say,  "Do  what  you  can." 

Thus,  you'll  NOT  serve  YOUR  brother,  MAN. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  OLD  HAUNTS 

When  as  a  spirit  I  returned  to  seek  the  friends  I  knew, 
And  searched  through  haunts  in  England  where  we  used  to 

like  the  brew, 
And  found  there  was  not  one  of  those  I  knew  and  loved  of 

yore,— 
And  still  I  had  not  met  with  them,  across  the  border  shore. 

A  spirit's  search,  when  all  is  vain, 

No  words  of  mine  describe. 

The  disappointed  wanderer 

Alone  in  a  world  wide 

And  friendless  as  the  friendless  are 

Who  have  no  one  to  care — 

All  is  not  changed  when  we  are  changed 

From  dust  into  thin  air. 

We  think  and  love  and  yearn  the  same 

As  when  we  lived  as  man, — 

And  disappointment  such  as  waits  the  one  whose  search  is  vain 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  7<> 

Through  the  old  haunts  for  the  old  friends, 
He  never  knows  again. 

It  is  the  first  hope  that  he  had — 

First  forward  look  of  joy — 

And  when  I  started  on  this  hunt, 

I  felt  as  when  a  Boy, 

I  used  to  take  my  dog  and  gun, 

And  make  for  game  at  hand, — 

Sure  of  my  spoils,  and  braggart,  too; 

The  greatest  in  the  land. 

I  knew  no  friend, — no  friend  knew  me, — 

The  villages  were  all  the  same, 

But  not  a  soul  whom  I  had  known — 

Though  still  they  spoke  my  name. 

I  searched  and  searched  the  whole  land  through, 

To  find  a  single  friend; 

And,  disappointed,  came  away, 

Another  way  to  wend. 

And  now  I'm  here  and  writing  this 

For  one  who  n'er  saw  me; 

But  from  our  boon  companionship, 

As  friends  have  come  to  be. 

As  friends  we'll  be  until  the  close, — 

When  she  goes  forth  from  here: 

And  she  may  never  search,  as  I, 

For  one  she  had  called  dear. 

RECTITUDE 

Saved  for  a  purpose  great  and  grand, 
I  come  to  speak  for  God; 
The  while  that  earthly  dust  of  mine 
Is  mingling  with  its  sod. 


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The  choice  I  was  not  given,  friends; 

By  His  command  I  came: 

That  all  my  past  I  should  decry, 

And  preach,  in  Jesus'  name, 

That  sinners  from  their  sins  must  turn 

Before  it  is  too  late, 

Or  be,  as  I,  cast  from  His  sky; 

A  beggar  at  His  Gate. 

My  past  was  not  worse  than  most  men's : 

(Mayhap  they  pay  as  I) 

To  have  His  holy,  perfect  gift, 

And  profit  not  thereby, 

Was  worse  for  me  than  had  I  been 

Of  mental  low-estate: 

For  being  blessed  by  the  Great  God, 

Humbly,  I  should  be  great. 

To  do  His  work,  to  seek  His  face, 

At  last  my  task  is  done, 

I  have  the  chance,  and  take  the  chance, 

Supplanting  this  fine  one 

Who  lends  to  me,  and  gives  to  God, 

Her  mind,  her  thought,  her  time, 

That   Shakespeare   may   find   grace   with   Him 

Through  his  more  feeble  rhyme, 

Which  holds  no  plot,  nor  king  but  One, 

Nor  strives  for  clamoring  praise, 

But  for  the  multitude  gives  back 

The  lesson  of  his  days 

Which  held  of  God  true  reverence 

In  words,  but  not  in  deeds: 

And  thus  I  come  to  save  my  kind 

From  souls  like  mine — which  bleeds. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  81 

WHAT  ENGLAND  KNOWS  TODAY 

(By  W.  S.  in  spirit — whose  love  for  England  is  greater 
than  ever  since  the  war  has  given  her  sons  to  bleed  for  France 
and  to  right  the  wrongs  of  Belgium,  and  Serbia,  and  all  the 
little  devastated  countries,  as  well  as  her  great  power  which 
has  aided  Russia  to  win  her  freedom  from  Autocratic  rule.) 

W.  S. 

Oh  England  of  the  sunn}7  skies! 

And  flowering  downs  and  peaceful  towns! 

Who  would  have  said  this  day  would  see 

You  battling  aliens  to  free 

Who  once  were  our  own  enemy, — not  so  "lang-syne!" 

Who  would  have  said  e're  hence  I  came, 

That  France  would  love  old  England's  name! 

Or  that  such  things  could  come  to  pass, 

As  all  know  in  this  war,  alas. 

My  country!   Still  my  country,  ay! 
Though  at  this  time  I'm  far  away. 
Once  England  owns  a  son,  through  time, 
And  all  the  changes  past  "death's"  clime, 
A  patriot's  fire  for  her  will  burn, 
And  every  son  of  hers  will  yearn 
To  do  his  "bit"  for  love  of  her    ... 
Whose  love  within  him  e'er  must  stir. 

Although,  Dear  Mother,  in  your  breast 

The  dust  of  Shakespeare  given  rest, 

Within  the  breast  a  spirit  bears 

No  rest  he  finds  from  earthly  cares, 

Nor  shall  he  find,  until  you  be 

With  all  for  which  you  fight, — Free,  free! 

When  victory  shall  lay  at  your  feet, 

Though  prostrate,  worn  complete,— complete,— - 

Then  shall  you  know,  as  I  know  now, 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

ENGLAND'S  will  e'er  their  love  avow, — 

And  naught  can  change  HER  sons, — nor  "death," — 

They  will  love  on,  without  their  breath ! 

The  "gentlest"  one  doth  here  decree, 
Through  her  who  writes  these  words  for  me, 
The  love  I  bear  THEE  is  for  AYE,— 
Although  entombed  my  dust  doth  lay ! 

When  the  stars  went  out  and  the  sky  became  dark, 

And  earth's  poet  was  no  more, — 

He  took  a  god  along  with  him 

Where  he  was  the  poorest  poor. 

There  is  a  way  where  the  starlight  glows, 

And  God's  sky  is  never  dim : 

But  souls  that  are  poor  never  reach  this  place ; 

Only  those  that  have  followed  Him. 

When  the  earth-lights  fade  from  mortal  eyes, 
Touched  by  death's  finger  grim, 
There  is  only  One  that  can  light  the  way, 
Where  God's  own  belong  to  Him. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

OLD  ENGLAND'S  FLOWER 
Mowed  as  the  harvest  thy  field  of  sons, — 
Stacked  are  their  bayonets  and  their  guns, 
Passed  are  their  spirits,  the  harvest  done : 
For  the  flower  has  passed  of  Old  England's  sons 

Called  to  answer  the  roll  of  God. 

Laid  at  rest  on  a  foreign  sod. 

Yielding  another  crop,  nor  men, — 

The  world  cannot  know  their  like  again. 

Oh  flower  of  manhood,  and  bloom  of  youth,— 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  83 

For  honor  you  died, — for  justice  and  truth: 
And  as  you  answered  your  country's  call — 
And  fought  and  bled — and  "died"  for  all, — 
May  the  Great  God  store  in  His  heart  for  you, 
Justice,  and  Freedom,  and  Honor  true! 

Wm.  Shakespeare  In  spirit  Through  S.  S. 

TO  ONE   I  LOVE    STILL   THROUGH   ALL   THE   LAPSE 

OF  TIME 

Oh,  keep  me  in  your  tender  thought  until  I  can  search  there 

for  thee. 
No  place  is  heaven  where  you  are  not ;  nor  any  place  where  1 

would  be, 

Unless  at  once  I  could  behold  the  fairest  in  the  world  to  me! 
There  is  another  shares  my  care,  'tis  she  through  whom  I 

write  my  plea, 
That  where  you  are,  though  I  am  not,  Oh  may  you  share 

such  memory! 
Oh  lift  those  radiant  eyes  deep-lashed,  and  take  me  to  your 

heart  again! 
The  world  has  held  no  love  like  thine, — and  never  spirit  bore 

such  pain 

As  that  which  I  must  bear  to  pay  for  mortal  love  I  bore  to  thee. 
Regret  I  bring  that  I  must  sing,  and  none  shall  know  this 

song  of  me, — 
Nor  thou,  my  love,  who  have  passed  on,  to  take  thy  place  I  may 

not  share, — 
But  here  I'll  sing  my  love  for  thee,  though  torture  for  it 

must  I  bear! 
Where  thou  hast  gone  can  I  e'er  go?  or  hast  thou  e'en  a  place 

for  me, 
Where,  as  of  old,  all  that  thou  wert,  and  all  thou  hadst,  thou 

gavest  me? 


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Or  in  some  place  where  darkness  reigns,  unless  you  know  the 

Light  Supreme, — 
Hast  thou  through  night  like  this  my  love,  accompanying  thee 

love's  fairest  dream  ? 
Or  shall  you  find,  where'er  you  are — a  holier  love  than  once 

I  gave 
When  life  meant  all  a  poet  knows  before  that  life  has  passed 

the  grave? 

Can  you  look  up  into  That  face  all  holy  as  it  is  divine, 
And  see  of  suffering's  mark  no  trace?    No  more  could  you  look 

into  mine, 
And  find  not  scars  of  many  woes,  I've  borne  along  a  long, 

long  way, 
Since  we  gazed  in  each  others  eyes,  and  found  the  glory  of  our 

day. 
When  loving  each  and  loving  all — we  knew  nor  shame,  nor 

righteousness ; 
But  joyed  each  in  the  other's  name,  and  cared  for  naught, — 

were  pitiless, 
Because  of  love  that  was  a  crime, — because  of  love  as  man  for 

man, 

Defying  God's  most  sacred  law — that  ever  mortal  creature  can. 
Now  love  looks  on  with  startled  eyes,  nor  sees  my  form,  as  1 

see  hers, — 
Nor  knows  the  love  I've  come  to  know,  that  through  my  spirit 

gently  stirs, 
Nor  thinks  of  love  all  changed,  renewed,  with  which  I  seek 

and  seek  to  find, 
(Without  a  house  to  shield  her  in,  or  e'en  a  place  to  shield 

my  mind) 

Acceptable  a  place  within,  where  God  has  sent  my  spirit  back, 
To  learn  of  love's  sweet  righteousness, — when  He  may  then 

forgive  my  lack. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  85 

But  still  my  love  I  long  for  thee — oh  still  I  know  no  rest 

or  peace. 
Could  I  but  find  thee  would  I  search  and  search  until  my 

spirit  cease. 

For  I  am  lonely  without  thee ;  and  no  one  knows  the  poet's  soul. 
I  find  on  earth  no  solace  like  our  love  which  was  complete 

and  whole. 
Note  by  W.  S. 

This  was  written  to  prove  the  spirit  finds  himself  after  three 
centuries  incapable  of  obliterating  the  memory  of  him  for 
whom  I  lost  all.  Struggling  against  the  past,  still  struggling, 
hampered  by  its  same  longings — and  worse — its  punishments 
I  deserve.  May  God  forgive  me.  I  ask  your  prayers. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit.    (Through  S.  S.) 

MY  ENGLAND 

How  can  I  speak  with  heart  so  full  and  pouring  eyes, 

To  tell  thee  of  my  woe  apast  my  words 

To  bring  a  tribute  of  my  olden  love 

A  poet's  wreath  to  lay  down  at  thy  feet, — 

A  poet's  tears  to  water  thy  sons'  graves, — 

A  poor  and  lowly  son  who  knows  defeat ! 

0  country  mine,  thou  didst  me  bless 
As  blesseth  every  son  born  in  thy  clime, 
Where  no  such  warriors  as  the  maniac  Huns 
Were  given  birth,  thank  heaven,  through  God's  time ! 
How  can  I  praise  thee,  aid,  adore,  thee  more. 

My  spirit  speaks  and  from  my  poet's  heart 

1  claim  my  share  in  all  thy  fullsome  gifts: 
Humane  and  sane  no  sons  CAN  from  thee  part! 

Wm.  Shakespeare  In  spirit  Through  Sarah  Shatford. 

MAY-DAY    HOME 

Oh  England,  my  England, — thy  shores  are  decked  by  now! 
Bedecked  thy  heaths  and  downs,  and  garlanded  thy  brow! 


86  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Would  I  were  there,  where  aye  my  heart  still  lives, 

That  at  my  country's  call,  the  blood  a  hero  gives, 

I  had  to  spill  upon  thy  sacred  ground, 

Where,  during  Shakespeare's  time,  I  honor  found. 

Where  yet  my  grave  a  sacred  honor  keeps 

Over  my  dust, — where  Shakespeare  never  sleeps! 

For  were  I  there  'neath  my  immortal  svtone, 

Naught  could  I  care  were  I  outcast,  alone. 

TO  BE  A  BOY 

Oh,  to  be  a  Boy  again! 

To  wade,  and  hunt,  and  climb! 

To  know  that  life  meant  happiness, 

And  all  that  was  sublime ! 

If  I  could  live  my  life  again, 

And  live  as  when  a  Boy, 

I'd  claim  my  title  to  the  skies 

Began  with  earthly  joy! 

If  I  could  go  back  home  once  more, 

And  hunt,  and  skip,  and  sing, 

I  would  not  give  all  I've  since  owned; 

Nor  envy  any  king! 

For  I  should  have  all  I've  not  had 

Since  passed  those  happy  days, — 

And  I  would  live  as  I  SHOULD  live, 

Nor  wander  from  God's  ways. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S. 

ENGLAND'S  PRIMROSE 
Oh  flower  of  England,  in  thy  modesty, 
Thou  dost  speak  but  of  her  who  writes  this  verse! 
For  in  thy  beauteous  simplicity, 
Unheralded  by  aught,  we  do  rehearse 
The  virtues  of  the  instrument  here  used 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  87 

By  us  who  now  inhabit  spirit-planes; 

The  flower  of  rarest  charm  on  England's  isle, 

We  press  thee  to  our  heart,  with  spirit  pains, 

That  nevermore  thy  beauties  may  we  know, 

But  as  we  see  thee  here,  recalling  days 

We  climbed  the  brushwood  as  we  sought  for  thee, 

Along  dear  England's  fragrant  boy-hood  days! 

We  now  indite  to  her  who  writes  these  lines, 

The  gentlest  praise  an  Englishman  can  give: 

That  though  we  serve  even  across  the  seas, 

Her  primrose  virtues  helped  this  rhyme  to  be,  and  live! 

MY  SONG  TO-DAY 
Of  old  when  days  were  gay  and  rife 
With  court  scenes  many,  kings  and  queens, 
I  wrote  for  these,  and  of  them,  too, 
(My  work  you  know  towards  royalty  leans.) 
Then,  with  the  reasons  that  men  give 
For  spending  profitless  their  lives, 
I  worked  much  as  man  works  today 
Who  writes  for  fame,  for  honor  strives. 

Today  I  write,  but  do  not  sing; 

No  player  mouths  my  words  for  me. 

The  world  is  just  the  same  as  when 

I  travelled  it  in  boots  I  see. 

But  here  where  Shakespeare  surely  lives, 

As  lives  each  man  who  reads  this  line, 

I  seek  to  throw  ye  men  of  earth 

A  wireless  message,  but  divine. 

The  world  is  not  if  I'm  not  here. 
No  sun  shines  out,  nor  stars  aglow 
Across  the  heavens  stretch  their  bow! 


88  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

If  man  can  "die"  then  should  I  know? 
My  song  today,  oh  gentle  folk, 
Will  ye  believe  that  Shakespeare  sings? 
And  from  the  land  of  this  new-birth, 
To  you  a  saving  life-line  flings! 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  IMMORTAL  SHAKESPEARE'S  BIRTHDAY 
April  23rd,  1564-1917.    (353  years  ago.) 
I  saw  the  light  in  ages  past 
On  England's  beauteous  shore, — 
But  now  I  see  my  darkened  past, 
Must  haunt  me  evermore! 
When  fate  decreed  that  I  should  be, 
And  gave  more  than  my  due, 
She  should  have  warned  me  that  no  man 
Could  serve  as  woman  too ! 

The  only  crime  in  all  my  life, 

I  cannot  repay  here, 

Is  that  I  held  of  all  earth  held, 

A  man's  love  the  most  dear. 

You  know  the  kind  of  love  I  mean ; 

'Tis  practiced  still  today: 

And  each  who  breaks  God's  nature  law 

Must  pay  as  I,  and  Pay! 

And  pay  and  pay  and  pay  and  pay — 
?Tis  now  three  hundred  years! 
Three  hundred  worlds  could  not  pay  me, 
For  all  my  burning  tears. 

SHAKESPEARE'S  THANKSGIVING 

Uphold  the  poor  and  ignorant,  O  God,  whose  plans  divine 
Have  worked  a  miracle  for  me,  that  I  call  this  one  mine. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  89 

Make  her  to  give  from  her  rich  store  the  manna  from  Thy  skies, 

By  word  of  mouth,  resounding  ear,  uplifted,  seeing  eyes! 

Make  her,  in  tune,  an  instrument  for  Thee,  that  reeking  sin 

May  be  in  all  its  forms  outcast, 

By  Thee  Who  art  within. 

Nov.,  1917.  W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  SPIRIT'S  HARVEST 
This  is  the  harvest  of  the  Lord, 
We  reap  who  sow  for  Him : 
Surrounded  by  a  field  all  ripe, 
Who  passed  the  reaper  grim. 
To    speak   to    mortals   as   of   yore 
E're  they  came  out,  or  "died," 
Not  one  in  all  this  region  vast 
But  tells  me  they  have  tried. 
There  is  no  hope  that  men  shall  see 
We  are  un-housed  but  live. 
Until  we  spirits  reach  them  here 
And  prove  that  we  can  give 
The  help  they  seek  from  out  the  skies 
We  long  hoped  to  bestow, 
And  should  have  reached  them  long  ago. 
If  they  had  cared  to  know. 
Behold  the  one  who  writes  hereon 
Hears  all  we  care  to  say! 
Hers  is  the  rarest  instrument 
Perfected  yet  this  day. 
While  I  am  here,  she  sees  me  not, 
But  hears  my  words  complete. 
When  she  can  speak  as  now  she  writes, 
Who  knows  but  we  shall  meet? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  30th.,  '18,  N.  O.,La. 


90  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

LONELY  ON  EARTH 
There  is  a  spirit  here,  a  wanderer, 
Who  seeks  to  serve  the  poor  of  the  earthland ; 
Who  seeks  no  profit  but  what  God  will  give, 
And  which  a  wise  Creator  holds  within  His  hand. 
There  is  a  wanderer,  a  spirit,  here, — 
One  whom  no  one  would  close  without  the  door ; 
For  where  his  name  is  writ,  there  is  acclaimed 
One  name  immortal:  yea,  forevermore. 

I  am  so  lonely  here  I  must  pass  on — 
No  hope  I  find,  no  matter  where  I  go : 
The  one  who  takes  my  messages  for  me, 
Is  one  I  fain  would  take,  I  love  her  so. 
But  in  the  world  of  worlds  I  am  alone; 
And  bear  my  whoreson  past  along  with  me. 
Oh  keep  me  ever  in  thy.  heart,  I  ask, 
And  only  let  me  live  beside  of  thee. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

READJUSTMENT 

Two  souls  past  reasoning  in  a  new  land  stood 
And  made  a  separate  compact  with  their  God : 
To  serve  the  lowest  husks  and  help  their  souls, 
Rebuilding  lame  and  sore  before  the  sod 
Took  all  they  had  by  which  they  could  repent, — 
And  gave  them  out  to  wander  in  the  skies 
Past  reasoning  and  all  power  to  repent 
Where  souls  like  theirs  are  banished  from  His  eyes. 

Each  took  his  task  and  meeted  it  full-well,— 
Each  bore  his  brother's  load  and  staid  the  hand 
That  would  assail  the  tempted,  weak,  and  wrought, 
Discouraged  in  an  evil,  unjust  land. 
And  thus  they  earned  their  own  souls  happiness; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  91 

And  thus  they  served  together  for  One  cause : 
When  readjusting  other  failures,  torn, 
Their  soulship  was  a  part  of  divine  laws. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

To  commemorate  the  passing  of  my  son,  who  had  he 
thrived  on  air  might  now,  by  his  lineal  offspring  send  fortli  a 
Shakespeare  to  his  country's  call  for  men.  Alas,  he  "died" 
a  youth  of  barely  ten. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit. 

When  fathers  give  their  only  sons, 
And  send  them  forth  to  right  great  wrong, 
Proud  to  have  sired  that  they  may  go 
To  shout  their  battle-song, 

A  father's  heart  must  know  great  pride, 
When  this  hour  must  decide 
What  cause  of  all  doth  he  love  best, 
His  own,  or  country  wide. 

To  give  a  son,  an  only  son, 
And  smiling  bid  him  go 
To  fields  of  war,  of  anguishing, 
And  bitter,  bitter  woe, 

This  is  to  be  a  father  then, 

As  it  has  come  to  be ? 

Then  am  I  glad  I  have  no  son 
To  aid  this  victory? 

To  give  an  only  Son  did  He, 

To  die  upon  a  cross 

Can  any  grief  a  father  knows, 
Compare  with  His  sad  loss 

Who  gave  His  Son  to  save  a  world 


92  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

From  utter  loss  of  life 

The  world  which  turns  its  back  on  Him 
Now  in  such  battle-strife? 

An  utter  loss  my  lips  have  said? 
No — no,  it  was  not  this! 
Worse  than  a  Judas  should  I  be 
In  speaking  thus  amiss 

For  now  the  world  who  gave  its  sons, 
And  sent  them  forth  to  die, 
Will  wake,  and  know  a  Father's  woe 
Who  sent  Him  from  His  sky. 

To  touch  the  well-springs  of  the  heart, 
And  move  all  men  to  tears, 
This  may  be  seen  at  last  the  cause 
Of  these  war-stained  years! 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  LOVE  SONNETS  OF  SHAKESPEARE 
(To  one  I  still  love  who  shall  here  be  nameless:   whose  name 

is  linked  with  mine.) 

O  Love  Eternal,  on  whose  shores  I  stand, 
Bringing  no  gift  to  Thee  within  my  pauper  hand, — • 
Still  would  I  seek  the  Source  from  which  love  springs, 
Knowing  Almighty  God  its  harvest  brings 
Where  all  intact  a  spirit  finds  love's  store 
Whose  god  was  love, — love,  and  nothing  more. 
Oh  love  for  whom  my  spirit  oft  hath  pined, 
Oft  through  remorse  my  tears  here  fall  and  blind 
For  one  eternal  love  this  god  doth  bind 
Fast  to  the  soul  of  him  I  fain  would  reach — 
Out  of  my  sinner's  past  that  I  could  beseech 
Him  whom  I  loved,  love  still,  pardon  complete, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  93 

If  'neath  no  wing  of  God  he  found  retreat! 
Where  I  am  his  love  still,  love  is  unreplete. 

Win.  Shakespeare  (In  spirit)  Through  S.  S. 
Oct.  12th,  1917,  N.  Y.  C. 

THE  LOVE  SONNETS  OF  SHAKESPEAKE 

(To  one  I  love,  though  nameless  here.) 
Sweet  love  of  mine  who  tried  my  soul  to  bless, 
Harking  through  day  and  night  to  my  distress, — 
Making  my  rhyme  to  last  throughout  all  time, 
Wherever   Shakespeare's  name   is   held   sacred,    sublime,— 
Oh  let  me  add  an  ingrate's  gratitude 
For  your  complacent  toil  and  inaptitude, 
While  a  price  you  paid  for  my  crime  and  sin 
Through  ignorance  of  welcoming  a  spirit  in 
Your  spare    retreat.     Your  house  I  have  stripped  bare 
Of   all   its   sweet   prettiness    I  found   when   entering   there! 
Taking  for  mine  the  cave  and  all  it  held, 
While  for  my  purpose  you  wrote  out  and  spelled 
For  my  poor  soul  confession  of  my  crime, 
Writ,  as  each  page  I  wrote,  for  eons,  throughout  time. 

(WM.  SHAKESPEARE  In  spirit)  Through  S.  S 
Oct.  12th  1917,  N.  Y.  C. 

XI. 

O  could  the  world  of  strife  and  greed  and  gain 

Know  past  the  change   called   "death,"  the  tears   and  pain 

Waiting  for  all  who  sin,  all  who  fail  to  be 

One  with  the  God  who  gives  immortality, 

How  could  they  wound  or  slay,  rape  steal  or  hate; 

How  could  they  send  forth  souls  too  soon,  or  late, 

Into  a  darkened  place,  long,  long  to  wait! 

When  shall  the  men  of  earth  love  first  their  God. 

When  shall  they  see  the  "dead"  walking  earth's  sod, 


94:  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Paying  for  sins  of  yore,  foul  crimes  and  black, 
Before  a  God  on  High  will  take  them  back! 
Shall  men  remain  thus  blind  to  spirit-birth, 
While  their  own  dear  ones  walk  near  on  the  earth  ? 
Who  seeks  clairvoyance  here?     Or  spirit-worth? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

XVI. 

You   look   upon   earth's   beauteous   womankind, 

Whose    flowerlike    faces    speak    love    to    your    mind, 

While    listening    to    your    quivering,    quick,    heart-beat, 

You  seek  to  find  love  in  a  lover's  heat. 

When  earth  days  pass  and  you  must  know  at  last 

The  god  you  worshiped  still  must  hold  you  fast, 

While  He  who  gave  all  love  you  failed  to  seek, 

All  satisfied  with  love  frail,  human,  weak, 

Beholds  you  and  your  love-impoverished  mind, 

Where  is  the  Great  God  men  must  seek  to  find. 

When  on  the  shore  of  His  own  land  you  stand, 

This  earth-love  worshiped  has  no  saving  hand, 

Then  back  to  earth  where  mortal  loves  hold  sway, 

You  seek  to  find  the  God  you  cast  away. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

IV. 

When  I  came  to  this  land  and  knew  all  was  true 

Bill  Shakespeare  had  seen,   (and  told  but  half  too) 

I  set  about  wondering  what  Drayton  would  do, 

Were  I  to  go  back  with  a  ghost-form  or  two. 

So  I  gathered  some  friends  and  put  out  late  at  night 

Finding  Michael  asleep,  where  he'd  turned  down  the  light,- 

And  we  all  stood  around  in  some  spirit-plight ; 

For  to  wake  him  from  slumber,  it  didn't  seem  right. 

At  last  Mike  arose  and  sat  still  on  his  bed; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  95 

I  grasped  my  ghost  partners  and  them  boldly  led 
Right  close  to  Mike's  side,  and  he  raised  up  his  head, 
As  he  said  "Bill,  old  chap,  I  thought  you  were  dead!" 
I,  Shakespeare,  write  this,  and  that's  just  what  Mike  said ! 
I,  Shakespeare,  write  this,  whom  you  "live"  ones  call  "dead.'1 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

XXIV. 

WHY  LOVE  MUST  LIVE 
Oh  love  that  soothes  and  feeds  and  blesses 
With  lover's  arms  and  fond  caresses, 
Uniting  pulsing,  glowing  lovers, 
Whom  Cupid  twines,  with  kisses  smothers, 
The  while  each  throb  of  heart  grows  wilder, 
Each  wimple  of  thy  soul  grows  milder. 
There  is  no  bond  of  thine  dissevered ; 
There  is  no  loss  but  thou  hast  weathered. 
Within  I  have  the  part  which  loved  thee : 
Alive  is  all  for  which  thou  lov'st  me. 
Unsolved  through  time  our  separation; 
And  still  I  know  love's  pure  elation. 
This  love  is  part  of  God's  forever: 
Unlocked,  unlost;  and  dying  never. 

Win.  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
("Please  sign  my  full  name  to  this."  W.  S.) 
XXX. 

LIFE 

With  each  new  age  some  man  acclaimed  as  wise, 
(Upstart  of  Wisdom  Who  looks  through  his  eyes,) 
Would  lay  before  the  bleeding  world  new  laws 
Reverting  to  the  time  of  a  first  cause, 
To  prove  all  nonsense  Sacred  history's  page, 
Evolving  evolution  for  his  age. 
Concept  of  energy  his  primal  thought  he  lays 


96  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Spending  His  energy,  His  nights  and  days, 
To  prove  God  is  not,  was  not,  needed  in  His  plan 
Eternal  Time,  Force,  Power,  Creation,  Man. 
O  pygmys  of  earth's  men,  His  speck  of  dust, 
What  can  ye  hope,  if  God  ye  fail  to  trust! 
Is  God  within  befouled  that  ye  a  traitor  be? 
Seeking  a  stranger  god,  ye"ll  find  Gethsemene. 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

V. 

To  hold  the  hand  of  an  immortal  poet, 

And  be  his  own  through  time,  and  yet  not  know  it, 

This  is  the  rare  relationship  of  Her, 

Who  shall  one  day  set  mortal-hearts  astir. 

While  she  doth  comprehend  full  all  she  writes, 

And  knows  these  for  the  spirits  she  indites, 

She  does  NOT  know  that  she  was  born  to  bless 

A  poet  passed  three-hundred  years ;  not  less. 

We  tell  her  only  what  she  has  to  know : 

And  never  will  she  guess,  'till  time  to  go 

Out  from  her  precious  cone  where  she  has  spun 

The  staunchest  thread  for  spirit  yet  begun, 

The  fibre  for  this  work  for  God  and  man, — 

She  hath  accomplished  what  no  other  can. 

A  PERFECT  SONNET 

(Since  my  medium  claims  I  must  prove  I  can  still  write 
such.  W.  S.  In  spirit.) 

Take  down  the  blazing  light  which  swings  aloft, 

And  fold  night's  robe  and  lay  them  both  aside,— 

Take  from  the  singer  every  cadence  soft, 

And  from  true  lovers  that  which  shall  abide,— 

Swing  in  its  orbit  one  eternal  sphere, 

Pipe  in  one  breast  the  Maker's  song  of  praise, — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SI-IRIT  97 

Add  or  subtract  aught  from  His  wonders  here, 
Subtract  or  add  a  day  of  mankind's  days : 
Then,  if  you  fail  in  working  out  His  plan 
He  hath  devised  whilst  making  you  His  son, 
The  while  He  imaged  forth  Himself  in  man, 
For  whom  He  gave  His  only  beloved  One, 
Kneel,  traitor,  bow  thy  humble  soul  in  prayer, 
And  as  His  child  reply,  "Thy  Will  Be  Done." 

(Through  S.  S.) 

XIII. 

O  world  where  earthly  joys  abound,  so  fair, 

That  only  God  could  make  or  give  these  there, 

AVhat  would  poor  spirits  give,  could  they  but  share 

These  mortal  blessings,  when  they  pass  elsewhere! 

O  souls  that  see  God's  plans  too  late,  too  late,— 

And  view  His  earth— joys  when  outside  the  Gate, 

Lost,  lost  to  all  they  love,  all  they  adore, — 

Forsaken  of  their  own  f orevermore : 

Where  is  the  pleasure  that  can  pay  for  this? 

Banished, — an  outcast  from  His  voice  and  bliss! 

Is  there  some  way  to  save  souls  from  my  fate, 

Waking  them  here  from  sleep,  e're  "death,"  too  late 

Shows  them  the  light  of  God,  then  the  dark  place 

Where    souls    must    wait    and    pray,— seeking    God's    grace. 

XIV. 

When  the  stars  go  out,  and  the  sun  sinks  not, 

And  rivers  cease  to  flow, 

When  there  are  no  tides,  and  no  ships  come  home, 

Then,  love  will  I  cease  to  know ! 

When  winter  is  hot,  and  summer  is  cold, — 

And  the  leaves  put  forth  in  fall,— 

When  the  time  is  come  for  the  world  to  end,— 


98  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Or,  God  has  given  all ! 

When  the  fires  die  out  in  the  hearts  of  men, 

And  lovers  are  no  more, — 

When  the  best  of  God's  is  not  His  love 

We  carry  to  His  shore, — 

Only  then  will  I  cease  to  love  His  world, — 

Only  then  shall  I  be  poor. 

VII.  ("Happy  New- Year,  Sarah.  W.  S.") 

The  story  of  the  past  is  writ ;  so  close  the  book, 

And  all  its  creased  and  soiled  leaves  forget! 

The  past  has  been  thy  making,  and  is  writ  and  bound, 

Preserved  for  thy  future  is  it  yet. 

No  thought  take  of  the  sealed  book  again,— but  in  the  archives 

place  the  tome, 

Where  travelers  gather  memories  again, — 
This  book  thou'lt  find  awaiting  thee  at  Home, 
WTith  other  thou  hast  done, — shalt  do, — 
Beginning  thy  new  volume  on  this  day; 
Then  close  thy  last  year's  book,  and  on  the  shelf, 
With  grateful  tears,  and  prayers,  lay  it  away, 
To-day  a  virgin  page  awaits  thy  noble  best, — the  best 

that  thou  canst  do! 

Begin  anew,  and  with  the  Royal  crest  and  seal  of  God, 
Mark  every  page  His  own,  as  He,  stamps  you. 

XII. 

O  leave  the  world  of  sin  while  yet 

The  time  when  you  can  choose  is  yours. 

When  you  may  stand  where  His  own  stand, 

While  last  life's  curtain  lowers. 

And  finished  is  the  play  of  Time, 

Your  part  done  well  or  ill, 

And  let  your  record  prove  your  worth, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  99 

The  while  life-joys  instill 

A  holy  reverence  and  awe 

For  One  ye  know  and  love, 

Whom  all  must  meet  and  all  must  tell 

Their  secret  sins  above. 

O  leave  the  world  of  sin  and  take 

The  hand  of  God,  for  Jesus'  sake. 

XLI. 

There  is  no  greater  self  than  what  you  are. 
There  is  no  rushing  on  some  perfect  star. 
Ye  travel  where  ye  will,  are  what  ye  were. 
No  greater  self  approaches  thee  astir 
With  all  ye  dreamed  a  heaven  ought  to  hold. 
Where  spirits  wake  all  souls  must  still  be  bold. 
No  winged  angel  clasps  thee  by  the  hand 
And  leads  thee  gently  in  the  spirit  land. 
Ye  travel  here  alone  perchance  if  thou 
Hast  not  thy  passport  vised  here  and  now. 
Ye  may  seek  other  fields  and  browse  therein ; 
But  where  ye  pass  ye'll  see,  and  cope  with,  sin. 
Take  from  a  spirit  then  who  yearns  to  save 
All  from  a  lot  he  found  past  his  own  grave. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

XLTII. 

A  SONNET  FOR  LOVERS 
Lest  mortals  think  that  love  doth  not  exist 
Upon  the  spiritplane,  then  mortals  list 
To  this  a  patterned  sonnet's  rhyme 
To  prove  all  love  endures  throughout  all  time: 

Sweet,  who  my  earthly-work  remakes  for  me, 
Could st  thou  a  lover  in  a  lover  see 


100  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Thou  wouldst  behold  ine  standing  by  thy  side 
Who  loves  thee  well,  nor  shall  thy  part  deride 
Here  worked  for  me,  through  thee,  and  nobly  done, 
Since  thou  hast  served  my  pardon  might  be  won. 
There  is  no  loving  heart-beat  ever  lost. 
Not  one  of  hers  who  counted  not  the  cost 
But  that  she  aid  my  spirit,  free  its  sin, 
That,  loving  God,  through  Him,  I  shall  pass  in. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

XLII. 

A   SONNET   OF   LOVE 

Since  mortals  dream  of  naught  but  life  and  love, 
Then  let  me  record  what  this  means  above. 
The  lovegod  is  a  whoreson's  god  at  last, 
And  in  his  earth  bound  chains  doth  hold  him  fast. 
The  God  who  gave  all  love  is  Love  Supreme. 
There  is  a  state  of  love  which  is  a  dream 
From  which  men  wake  who  fare  out  to  seek  God 
They  served  not,  loved  not,  knew  not  on  earth's  sod. 
As  mortals  wake  from  sleeping  these  awake. 
Who  followed  in  a  dream  for  lover's  sake. 
As  all  false  idols  crumble  into  dust, 
These  see  their  love-gods  shattered  that  were  lust. 
Then  what  is  love  they  need  not  ask  above: 
A  spirit  finds  where  God  is,  God  is  love. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

XL. 

How  shall  I  love  thee  who  have  writ  these  leaves 
Whereon  my  soul  hath  told  how  much  it  grieves. 
How  shall  I  pay,  if  pay  a  spirit  can, 
For  that  I  displaced  here  to  make  a  man 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  101 

Whole  as  a  man  should  be  seeking  a  soul. 
How  oft'  I  look  on  thee  wishing  to  flee 
E're  thou  hast  bound  me  fast  for  love  of  thee. 
How  have  I  tried  to  go,  closing  thy  mind, 
Lest  others  use  it  too,  aye  more  unkind. 
There  is  not  known,  I  ween,  past  human  heart 
Grief  sadder  than  we  know  if  we  must  part 
With  one  so  rare  and  skilled  for  spirit-use. 
All  would  we  sacrifice,  all  rights  abuse, 
Rather  than  part  with  one  who  writes  for  us. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

LXI. 

Wake,  sleeping  world,  before  the  world  lies  dead. 

Here  is  the  land  where  souls  live  on,  instead 

Of  the  cold  earth  heaped  on  their  bones  to  stay, 

They  LIVE,  and  naught  can  take  their  lives  away. 

Spirits  MUST  speak  to  earth-folk  who  are  dumb : 

Thus  am  I  here.    To  help  His  kingdom  come. 

Traveler  am  I,  seeking  naught  earth  can  give. 

An  earnest  of  the  future,  here  I  live. 

Fading  each  fold  thy  spirit's  garment  in ; 

Passing,  without  a  covering  for  its  sin. 

Seest  thou  the  carcasse  rotting  in  the  mould, 

Living  in  the  new,  changed  for  the  old, 

What  of  all  earth's  treasures  would  that  ye  had  given, 

When  ye  leave  the  body  for  its  spirit's  heaven. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

XVII. 

WHEN  LOVE  SHALL  DIE 

When  Time  is  wrecked  and  lost  its  barque, — 
And  all  lies  harbored  of  His  spark, — 
When  craters  mark  the  face  of  earth, 


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Where  the  dead  walk  not  in  spirit-birth, — 

When  life  means  what  the  living  think, 

And  souls  await  the  graveyard  brink, — 

When  God  is  not,  nor  His  creation ; 

And  not  from  Mind  brought  forth  sensation ; 

When  His  demand  that  souls  shall  love 

Him  first  who  is  their  God  above 

Erased  shall  be,  all  God-forgot, — 

Out  of  creation  shall  He  blot 

The  love  He  gave  each  living  thing : 

Part  of  Himself,  and  spheres  aswing! 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
("Sign  my  full  name."    W.  S.) 

VIII. 

O  could  you  but  know  the  rare  essence  of  love, 

Everliving  and  burning  ye  carry  above, 

And  all  of  thyself  which  is  best  which  is  thee 

Is  attached  to  thy  being  through  eternity, 

Oh  creatures  of  earth,  would  ye  this  love  debase, 

And  its  twisted  deformity  look  in  the  face, 

Which  will  meet  you  and  greet  you  in  God's  bye  and  bye  ? 

For  the  loves  of  the  angels  live  on  in  the  sky! 

Ye  wrould  treasure  each  impulse  of  God-given  love, 

Increasing  thy  storehouse  awaiting  above: 

Ye  would  ajld  to  the  perfume  of  love-thought  each  day, 

Distilling  its  essence  through  thy  mortal  clay! 

At  the  last  all  God-given  must  reach  out  its  hand, 

To  meet,  ay,  and  claim  you,  in  this  spirit-land! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  '  Through  S.  S.) 

IX. 

Where  shall  the  world  at  last  find  men 
To  till  the  fields  and  father  men. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  103 

Where  shall  the  world  at  last  be  then 
When  wars  have  taken  all  we  ken 
To  feed  the  armies  and  the  shells, — 
To  blast  the  kingdom  of  the  earth, — 
O  where  can  nations  find  again 
The  fathers  of  childbirth. 
When  wars  have  leveled  all  mankind 
And  taken  from  the  world  its  prime 
Where  shall  the  Mothers  of  the  race 
Find  Fathers  fit,  or  Fathers  whole? 
When  wars  have  done  and  mankind  gone, 
Hurled  out  into  the  dark  his  soul. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  17th,  1917. 


X. 

Where  are  the  loves  we  loved  and  soon  forgot? 

Where  are  the  ones  who  loved  but  love  us  not  ? 

What  is  the  world  where  these  amount  to  nought? 

What  is  a  life  with  no  past  memories  frought  ? 

O  could  the  living  know  that  all  the  "dead" 

Look  for  God's  light,  and  by  it  must  be  led, 

Would  they  His  footprints  seek,  words  which  He  said 

Guiding  while  on  the  earth,  their  spirits  fed 

By  the  Great  Love  of  all  whom  all  shall  know 

When  from  earth's  mortal  coil  time  comes  to  go, 

While  spirits  long  for  God's  immortal  glow, 

Yearning  His  voice  may  save  from  eternal  woe. 

Where  are  the  loves  we  loved,  so  soon  forgot, 

When  our  one  prayer  is,  are  we  GOD'S,  or  not. 

W.  g.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  8.) 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

XXIX. 

Uplift  the  heart  while  this  heart  in  you  beats. 

Ketrieve  your  past  e're  this  fleet  life  retreats. 

When  in  the  hell  all  men  shall  find  when  passed, 

Your  soul  looks  out  and  sees  itself  at  last, 

What  is  the  earth  and  all  its  winged  joys 

Where  those  must  tear  and  wound  where  sin  annoys. 

What  were  the  world  where  world-dust  can  but  grime 

That  which  is  saved  as  yours  throughout  all  time. 

What  can  you  bring  when  you  come  to  this  sphere, 

If  all  you  seek  to  find  you  find  right  here? 

What  has  earthlife  to  offer  to  compare 

With  what  the  soul  has  garnered  and  brings  there? 

O  then  make  fast  the  cords  which  bind  but  Him,  — 

Lest  when  ye  pass  your  spirit-light  be  dim. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ETERNAL  LIFE 

O !  Land  of  Earth  where  dew  the  flowers  beset, 
And  life  is  held  as  something  to  be  borne, 
While  privileged  mankind  lose  their  time  in  waste, 
Uncaring  where  they  fare,  all  most  forlorn, 
Seeking  for  wealth  the  soul  can  never  carry, 
Loving  but  lust  though  they  may  woo  and  marry, 
Living  for  gain  where  loss  accrues  each  day, 
You  cling  to  death  casting  God's  life  away. 
A  world  benighted,  lost,  impoverished  and  vain, 
What  shall  be  yours  when  God  recalls  again 
The  spark  He  gave,  the  soul  which  cannot  die, 
Where  shall  you  be  in  His  eternal  sky 
When  He  shall  call  and  you  at  last  go  home, 
O  may  you  not  be  sent  back  to  the  earth  to  roam ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPKAKK'S  SPIRIT  105 

IV. 

We  have  come  from  the  playhouse,  God's  woman  and  I, 

And  have  watched  the  poor  puppets  that  men  are  pleased  by— 

We  have  sat  out  the  discords  that  jangle  and  bite, 

And  seen  all  the  tinsel  displayed  for  the  night 

To  charm  and  allure,  to  divert,  to  amuse, 

And  'tis  this  pleases  mortals — 'tis  this  mortals  choose! 

We  have  come  from  the  playhouse,  God's  woman  and  I, 

To  the  place  of  her  silence,  where  those  from  God's  sky 

Are  waiting  to  speak,  their  works  to  indite, 

Through  the  mortal  who  chooses  these  words  here  to  write,— 

And  we  know  how  much  fairer  our  world  is  to  her 

Than  the  one  loved  by  mortals,  with  mortals  astir. 

Oh  the  harmonies  waiting  for  her  spirit-ear, 

Make  the  playhouse  a  jangle  of  discords,  I  fear. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

III. 

When  mortals  are  given  a  chance  at  the  last 

When  passed  from  the  earth  to  prove  that  they  live, — 

Oh  what  should  you  say  they  would  care  first  to  do ; 

To  return  to  the  earth,  some  comfort  to  give? 

When  they  find  all  alive  which  constitutes  them, 

And  have  left  but  the  husk  somewhere  'neath  the  sod, 

Will  they  long  to  come  back,  to  show  all  their  friends 

The  Bible  WAS  true,  and,  at  last,  they've  found  God? 

The  first  thing  we  yearn  for,  and  burn  for,  at  last 

We  arrive  in  the  spirit,  and  last  we  are  free, 

Is  to  tell  all  the  loved  ones  that  we  are  not  "dead," 

But  think,  feel,  and  see,  as  we  used  to  be! 

The  strangest  and  saddest  thing  where  spirit  goes 

IS  to  see,  feel,  and  hear,  and  know  nobody  knows. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through   S.  S.) 


106  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

VI. 

Oh  what  is  more  dear  than  the  hands  that  we  love; 

The  gentle  and  ministering  hands  that  we  love, 

Which  have  soothed  us  and  blest  us  and  smoothed  the  brow  o'er, 

With  a  touch  and  a  care  we  should  ever  miss  more 

Were  they  taken  from  earth  to  some  far  spiritlands, 

While  we  felt  the  dearth  of  her  ministering  hands! 

So,  my  friends,  this  you  think,  thus  you  speak  to  yourself; 

For  you  think  of  a  "lost"  one  on  some  marble  shelf, 

Where  the  dear  hands  are  folded  and  useless  for  aye: 

Thus  you  think  of  the  dear  hands  of  clay  laid  away. 

But  I  tell  you  those  hands  come  from  NEAR  spiritslands, 

And  oft  smoothe  your  trials,  and  free  you  from  bans; 

For  the  hands  of  a  spirit  are  ministering  here 

To  the  one  who  writes  this:  it  is  all  true,  my  dear! 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  BALANCE  TRUE 

So  little  do  we  know  of  men  while  here 
Their  faces  tell  no  tales,  as  after  "death"; 
We  give  each  one  their  estimation's  worth, 
And  they  reach  "home"  astonished  at  their  dearth. 
We  give  to  all  their  dues  in  this  new  field — 
There  is  no  mourning  then  for  what  they  find, 
But  pressing  on  they  harvest  the  new  yield, 
Nor  grieve  for  that  which  they  have  left  behind? 
No  man  comes  hence  to  draw  check  certified — 
No  bank  is  drained  to  furnish  a  supply; 
Men  walk  the  skies  as  paupers  walk  the  earth, — 
Nor  murmer  at  the  place  their  God  supplies. 

Wake  then,  as  mortals,  e're  you  pass  out  hence, 
And  draw  no  check  on  balance  overdrawn, — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  107 

For  once  the  mighty  balance  is  cast  up, 

You  see  the  sham  account  you  have  banked  on! 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

SONNETS  OF  MINE 

Lovers  may  love  and  be  loved  o'er  again,— 
The  world  may  hold  and  treasure  lover's  bliss ; 
But  what,  alas,  can  mortals  know  of  love, 
Who  live  within  a  maddened  age  like  this. 
To  give  a  peal  of  laughter  to  the  world, 
To  feel  the  pulse  of  summer  in  your  veins, 
To  gather  moonbeams  or  the  ocean's  spray, 
And  hold  the  champing  Pegasus  in  rein,— 
To  play  a  kingly  role  up  to  a  queen, 
To  rout  the  traitor's  lair  and  lay  him  low, — 
And  in  the  hours  of  day  that  intervene, 
To  have  of  love  as  all  men  wish  to  know, — 

This  was  the  life  with  which  my  sonnets  teem ; 
Which  laid  me  low, — but  brought  a  world's  esteem. 

TO  ALL  LOVERS 
(From  a  spirit  who  knew  the  meaning  of  love.) 

W.  S.    In  spirit. 

Why,  after  death,  you  say,  shall  love  still  live 
Immortal  as  the  soul  it  made  or  marred? 
Why  must  afflicted  lovers  bear  through  Time 
The  pangs  of  separation  which  are  hard 
Upon  the  earth  where  lover's  lives  are  knit 
By  union  such  as  only  lovers  know: 
Must  they  continue  on  and  on,  for  aye, 
Where  lover's  losses  must  afflict  them  so? 

Ay,  this  is  what  it  means  to  love  but  love : 
To  make  a  love-god  lovers  idolize, 


108  SHAKBSPEABB'S  REVELATIONS 

Forgetting  their  Creator,   God  of  All, 
All  Loving,  Tender,  Merciful,  and  Wise. 
To  feel  the  pangs  of  a  remembered  love, 
To  know   a  lover's  love  that   cannot  die, 
This  is  the  separation  which  is  hell : 
This  is  such  lover's  lot  in  God's  own  sky. 

To  love  with  all  your  heart  and  soul  and  mind 
The  God  of  all  love,  e'en  true  lover's  kiss, 
Such  is  the  law  the  world  must  find  and  know, 
Before  earth's  lovers  find  Eternal  bliss. 

W.  S.    In  spirit. 

TO    MY    LOVE    IN    HIS    SPHERE— WHEREVER    THAT 

MAY  BE : 

0  gentle  love  whose  love  I  know  must  last 
Wherever  you  may  be  with  our  dear  past, 
Keep  me  in  ecstasy,  some  memory  blest, 

If  you  are  resting  in  His  heavenly  rest. 

1  know  wherever  you  have  gone  to  meet  your  test, 
God  will  adjudge  what  for  His  own  is  best. 
Herbert,  my  help,  when  none  was  nigh  to  save, 

Have  I  through  this  one  saved  you  far  beyond  a  grave? 

Has  my  confession  to  a  priest  for  thee 

Lifted  your  soul  from  darkness'  misery? 

Has  ever  heart  ached  more  than  mine  that  thou 

Hast  from  me  banished  been  through  time  'till  now? 

Oh  let  me  say  through  this  one  who  didst  plea, 

Yea,  and  didst  pay  the  mass,  that  thou  shouldest  be  free, 

Nought  ever  can  restore  my  calm  and  peace, 

Until  I  find  thou  too  hast  known  release. 

When  shall  the  bar  which  closes  thee  from  me 

Uplift  and  give  thy  soul  out  pardoned,  free! 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  109 

If  evermore  I  must  not  know  thee  blest — 
Know  then  I  pray,  ay,  mourn,  lest  I,  robbed  thee  of  rest. 

Wm.  Shakespeare  In  spirit. 

("Sign  my  full  name."    W.  S.) 

(Dictated)  "Through  his  only  medium  Sarah  Taylor  Shat- 
ford." 

("See  Sherman,  French  &  Co.,  Boston,  Mass.,  for  further 
writings  from  this  spirit.")    W.  S. 

SPEAK 

If  you  can  save  the  world  from  sin, 
Or  degradation's  harm, 
By  any  words  that  you  can  speak, — 
Then   speak!     Sound   the   alarm. 

If  you  can  help  the  world  to  see 
There's  no  escape  from  sin, 
And  heaven  above  is  heaven  below, 
The  world  they're  living  in, — 

And  they  must  take  their  souls  washed  clean, 
If  they  would  be  with  God; 
"Would  YOU  not  speak  and  warn  earth's  men 
Still  on  the  dear  earth's  sod? 

Then,  when  a  spirit  who  has  paid, 
Comes  back  to  speak  through  you, 
And  asks  but  that  you  speak  for  him, 
You  are  God's  mouthpiece  too. 

SWEET  MY  LOVE 
'Tis  I  who  speak  who  spake  of  yore 
In  language  such  as  this 
When  I  would  teach  one  to  adore 
Or  prate  of  earthly  bliss. 


110  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Now  Shakespeare  speaks — 
(For  I  am  he,  oh  gentle  folk) 
And  I  recall  my  words  as  when 
The  stage  alight  with  tapers  shone — 
(No  signs  electric  had  we  then) 
I  used  to  kneel  to  human  forms, 
And  kiss  their  hands  and  make-believe, 
Then  on  the  stage  were  grown  old  sires 
Who  played  the  youth  and  did  deceive. 
Such  Art  as  nature  gave  had  they, 
A  trick  or  two,  some  cunning  eyes, 
And  in  a  lover's  play,  at  times, 
A  lover  made  by,  me  was  wise. 

Now  pretty  youths  all  fresh  and  fair 
With  scarce  the  need  to  paint  a  brow, 
Beseech,  implore,  astrut,  amaze, 
Are  wise,  and  have  no  need  to  bow. 
My  lord  has  not  a  coach  and  four, — 
My  lady  has  no  powdered  wig, — 
They  need  only  two  frocks  or  more, 
A  cue,  or  some  poor  wirligig. 

We  speak  as  one  who  made  a  Queen, 
And  many  a  royal  household  too. 
Should  men  today  make  these  to  play, 
How  would  they  start,  what  would  they  do? 
The  royal  house  is  swept  for  all — 
No  more  Will  Shakespeare  write  for  these, — 
But  in  the  time  he  spends  on  earth, 
Only  His  God  must  Shakespeare  please. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 
Dec.  28th,  '17. 


BY    SlIAKESi'EARE^S    SPIRIT  1  1  1 

TO  HER  AT  LAST  I'VE  COME  TO  LOVE : 

(W.S.) 

When  two  souls  rush  into  each  other's  arms. 
Uniting  with  a  waking  lover's  kiss, 
There  is  not  known  in  spirit  where  I  am 
Another  union  to  compare  with  this. 
When  love  meets  its  fulfillment  then  with  love, 
And  lovers  share  the  kiss  God  made  for  all, 
There  is  a  union  even  after  death, 
A  Paradiso  where  no  one  can  fall. 
If  lover's  love  then  is  so  sweet  as  this, 
And  love  completed  knows  no  lover's  need, 
What  must  the  heart  of  God  hold  for  His  own, 
When  spirit  knows  such  bliss,  such  royal  meed ! 
If  love  shall  live  then  know  ye  by  this  dream — 
If  love  shall  die  know  too  by  what  I  gave — 
Where  is  the  kingdom  wrhere  but  love  at  last 
Predominates  o'er  all,  even  a  grave? 

Wm.  Shakespeare  In  spirit 
("Sign  my  full  name  to  this  one  please."   W.  S.) 
(Dictated:    "Through  his  only  medium  through  whom  he 
has  ever  written  from  the  spirit  side  of  life,  Sarah  Shatford.") 
"Sarah  Taylor  Shatford,    Author  of  "Birds  Of  Passage," 
Sherman,  French  &  Co.,  Boston,  Mass." 

My  love,  my  pure  my  only  love, 

I  came  a  miracle  to  work 

In  thee  and  me,  and  now  I  rise 

To  pay  the  price,  nor  shirk 

The  last  task  the  Great  God  gives  me 

To  perfect  e're  I  rise  on  high 

Where  Light  is  given,  all  made  free, 

In  God's  immortal  sky. 


112  SHAKESPEARE^S  REVELATIONS 

I  love  the  one  who  writes  these  lines 
As  never  mortal  I  did  love: 
But  where  my  love  my  soul  confines 
Is  not  the  Love  of  God  above. 
I  ask  her  then  to  set  me  free 
To  go  my  way,  as  she  must  here: 
I'll  not  be  here,  nor  she  have  me 
Until  her  clay  rests  on  the  bier. 

We  know  a  love  few  mortals  know, 
We  are  to  each  all  each  could  be: 
And  through  this  love  I  now  may  go 
Where  God's  immortals  are  set  free 
To  seek  on  high  a  love  bestowed 
But  on  the  loving,  pure  and  true: 
To  give  to  love  the  crown  but  owed 
Made  for  me,  dear,  alone  through  you 
Who  toiled  for  me  throughout  the  years 
I  spun  through  you  God's  love  sublime. 
And  wept  with  you  and  felt  your  tears 
While  often  they  fell  on  our  rhyme! 

To  you  I  love  who  write  this  word, 
This  fond  adieu,  this  last  good-bye, 
I  leave  the  memories  of  all  heard, 
And  rise  to  God  who  is  on  High. 

Wm.  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
"Knighted  by  Eliza  and  James. 
Through  his  medium  Sarah  Shatford." 

W.  S. 

TO  HER  I  LOVE,  WITH  A  CHERISHING  CONSTANT 

ATTENDANCE:    W.  S. 
There  is  in  one  frail  body  on  the  earth. 
A  spirit  rare,  and  fine : 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  ll«t 

Could  those  behold  who  see  the  clay, 
Would  they  think  it  divine. 
I  speak  of  her  whom  I  know  well, 
And  love,  and  reverence  too: 
As  through  the  years  I've  worked  to  help, 
Ay,  toiled,  that  she  might  do 
The  spirit's  sublime  task  they  set, 
When  out  they  sent  me  here: 
And  if  I  failed,  she  also  failed, — 
Or  else  they  held  her  dear 
Where  deeds  but  count,  or  what  men  say 
Is  lost,  but  for  the  use  they  make 
Who  string  at  words,  and  play  at  rhyme, 
EXCEPT   FOR   JESUS'   SAKE. 
Thus  do  I  know  this  woman  well — 
Who  writes  these  words  hereon ; 
And  when  the  clay  is  left  behind, 
We'll  swing  out  to  the  dawn 
Of  God's  most  perfect  Paradise 
Where  His  own  kingdom  waits, 
,         Where  one  who  serves  and  loves  Him  well 
No  woeful  past  relates. 
No  darkness  these  can  fold  about, — 
Nor  shut  from  Him  away, — 
Who  calls  His  own  to  come  to  Him, 
And  share  His  blissful  day. 

"W.  S.  In  spirit  Through  S.  S.  For  S.  S. 

Meaning  S.  S.  from  W.  S.  to  S.  S." 

(W.  S.) 

A  NATION'S  GLOOM 

From  the  lips  of  priest  and  poet  fall  brave  counselings  for  men. 
Who  must  leave  the  homes  they  cherish,  never  to  see  these 
again. 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

What  the  world  has  lost  in  heroes  shall  one  day  computed  be ; 
What  heroes  have  lost  in  warfare,  they  must  see  as  murderers 

see 
Who  go  forth  to  leave  in  sorrow  all  who  must  recall  their 

deeds, — 
Knowing  not  their  own  despairing,  gloom  of  Nation's  night 

and  needs 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Keep  in  your  heart  a  little  place 
Where  I  may  rest  at  close  of  day, — 
And  chase  the  shadows  from  your  life, 
And  fears  and  doubts  there  keep  at  bay ! 
Keep  in  your  soul  a  little  light 
Reflected  from  the  soul  of  one 
Who  wishes  he  had  done  as  well 
Before  his  life  on  earth  were  done. 
Make  me  a  saving  happiness, 
To  hold  and  keep  in  trust  one  plea — : 
That  when  you  pass  out  of  this  shell, 
That  day  you  may  belong  to  me! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (To  S.  S.  Through  S.  S.) 

A  LONG  TIME 

A  long  time  it  is  since  I  came  here  to  stay, 
And  to  work  with  the  one  I  should  help  on  her  way : 
But  the  worst  of  it  all — as  I  see  it  today — 
Is  the  trouble  I  find  to  find  something  to  say ! 
WTe  have  strung  every  string  from  a  cat  to  a  spider, 
And  now  I  but  wish  to  lie  down  beside  her: 
And  so  I  will  go,  and  let  her  go  too, 
Because  it  is  true,  there  IS  nothing  new. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  115 

COMMUNION  SUNDAY   (Scotch  Pres.  Church,  N.  Y.  C.) 
July  1st,  '17. 

Oh,  should  I  wait  'till  I  ani  fit 
To  sit  with  Thee,  or  sup  with  Thee, 
All  comfortless  would  I  remain: 
For  this,  forgive  Thou  me. 
That  worthier  I've  longed  to  be; 
And  failed,  as  fail  earth's  men: 
But  "hi  rememberance"  of  Thy  word, 
Willt  Thou  forgive  again! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

We  come  to  Thee  contrite  of  heart,  to  sit  at  Thy  blest  board : 
We  see  ourselves  just  as  we  are,  but  take  Thee  at  Thy  word. 
We  long  for  all  that  Thou  hast  said  is  for  Thine  own  above ; 
For  pardon,  mercy,  devout  faith,  but  more  than  all,  for  love ! 
O  God,  we  see  Thee  everywhere, — we  know  Thou  art  within: 
Oh  keep  us,  help  us,  lift  us,  Lord, 
And  free  us  from  our  sin. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

In  the  wellsprings  of  being  a  fount  is  concealed, 
Whose  healing  abundant  e'en  leperosy  healed: 
When  Jesus  uplifted  a  finger  or  prayer 
The  sinner  at  once  stood  purified  there. 

So  now  on  the  earth  is  this  fountain  revealed 
Through  an  instrument  fine  through  the  spirit  unsealed: 
And  the  day  she  goes  forth  by  one  word  to  her  God, 
The  dead  shall  arise  who  have  lain  'neath  the  sod. 

This  message  we  tell  thee  this  one  does  not  know : 
But  we  have  known  long  who  serve  mortals  below. 


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She  will  heal  she  will  preach  she  will  hear  she  will  see — 
And  these  but  a  half  of  her  miracles  be! 

W.  S.  (Thine)  In  spirit  Through  S.  S. 

SPIRIT  TRUTH 

The  one  who  writes  these  words  for  me, 
All  gentle,  true,  and  kind, 
I  searched  o'er  for  centuries 
Along  earth's  way  to  find. 
It  breaks  my  heart  to  hear  her  say 
That  some  may  claim  a  fraud 
Her  marvellous  experience: 
The  whole  world  should  applaud. 
For  I,  for  one,  can  never  pay 
The  debt  I  owe  her  still, 
And  must  throughout  eternity, — 
Though  pay  I  shall,  and  will ! 
For  Will  will  pay  up  all  his  debt 
Though  he  IS  spirit  now. 
The  truth  that  spirit  IS,  IS  truth, 
The  world  must  soon  allow. 
For  I  will  work  such  miracles 
Through  this  one's  willing  hand 
That  skeptics  will  cross  o'er  the  sea 
To  share  in  this  one's  land 
The  proof  of  God's  eternity 
But  by  a  breath  is  spanned. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TO  A  HARP  OF  GOD 

(By  Wm.  Shakespeare  to  his  only  medium  since  he  passed 
from  the  mortal  body,  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford.   W.  S.) 
Thou  art  a  harp  all  finely  strung  and  tuned  by  God's  own  hand  ; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  11T 

An  instrument  the  like  of  which  none  own  in  spiritland ! 
Thou  art  a  silent  melody  vibrating  when  we  play ; 
Thou  art  a  symphony,  all  told,  of  what  we  sing  or  pray ! 
Thou  art  a  melody  thyself  without  discordant  note: 
Thou  art  a  carol  of  His  praise,  an  anthem  which  He  wrote! 
I  hold  this  harp  (for  it  is  mine)  and  on  it  I  must  play 
Diviner  strains  than  aught  I  wrote  before  I  passed  away. 
'Twas  given  me  at  last  to  prove  that  all  must  serve  their  God : 
If  not  within  the  husk  He  gave,  when  it  is  'neath  the  sod. 
Throughout  the  years  I  served  on  earth  my  sins  held  me 

complete 

Until  One  all  too  merciful  here  set  me  on  my  feet, 
And  bade  me  rise  and  prove  the  worth  of  serving  Him  who  gave 
That  others  with  their  misspent  lives,  each  hurrying  to  his 

grave, 
Might  wake  before  it  was  too  late, — might  give  his  God  His 

due, — 
And  that  is  why  this  harp  is  mine  on  which  I  play  to  you ! 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

OUR    BURDENS 

We  who  recite  the  words  this  woman  writes 
Must  make  amends  where  all  adjusted  is 
That  caused  her  grief  or  pain  or  e'en  misjudgment  here. 
We  are  now  spirit.    Until  ye  spirit  be, 
No  mortal  here  could  comprehend  the  suffering  of  a  soul. 
This  we  will  say.    However  much  this  one  has  suffered  here 
To  give  my  message  to  a  lustful  world, 
Her  time  will  be  not  longer  in  the  dark 
For  all  she  did  to  set  poor  Shakespeare  free! 
Adjustment  first  then  claims  a  spirit  passed 
Out  into  God's  great  plan.  Eternity. 
Did  mortals  know  how  long  I  searched  this  one  to  find, 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Through  which  to  confess  beastality, 

Would  they  live  different  lives  and  pass  out  clean, 

(living  to  God  a  handful  at  the  least. 

Did  not  that  One  Who  died  upon  the  cross, 

Suffer  for  OTHERS  sins— ay,  YOU,  and  ME? 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE    SLEEPING   WORLD 
When  mortals  lay  their  own  dear  "dead"  away, 
They  hope  they'll  sleep  'till  resurrection  day. 
Down  in  the  earth  for  worms  to  desecrate 
They  leave  them  then  for  this  long  time  to  wait, 
Till  they  shall  hear  at  last  a  trumpet  call, 
Then  shall  they  rise,  and  praise  God,  one  and  all. 

But  we  who  "died"  know  better,  yea,  than  this, — 

Since  not  a  moments  "dying"  marred  life's  bliss ! 

We  stood  before  the  old  form  that  was  us, 

And  mourned  because  they  wept  and  made  a  fuss, — 

We  did  not  care :  we  did  not  even  sigh : 

We  knew  that  we  should  meet  them  bye-and-bye. 

Since  then  we  know  there  are  no  sleeping  "dead," 

It  is  the  living  world  that  sleeps  instead ! 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

YOUR    SWEET    HEART 
(From  your  W.  S.  who  loves  thee  well.) 
How  oft  I  sit  and  ponder  on  thy  heart: 
Thy  love  for  all,  thy  longing  for  God's  love : 
Thy  hunger  for  His  kind,  His  grace,  His  truth, 
And  all  that  thou  shallt  seek  and  find  above. 
How  long  must  you  remain  upon  this  plane 
Before  appeased  this  hunger  is  no  more, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  119 

Alas,  'tis  not  the  one  who  writes  shall  say, 
For  he  is  now  anhungered  at  the  core. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Take  from   my  heart  its  wealth  of  love  whereby  a  heaven 

is  known, 

And  you  will  take  the  richest  gift  God  gives  me  for  my  own ; 
But  should  you  take  from  out  my  soul  the  hope  of  lover's  bliss 
In  meeting  in  another  land  when  I  go  out  from  this, 
You  take  the  one,  the  only  hope,  for  which  true  lovers  "die," 
That  they  shall  meet,  love,  as  of  yore,  beyond — beyond  the  sky ! 

Then  take  my  love,  and  love-bereft,  I'll  pass  along  the  way, 
Uncaring  for  ingratitude,  or  a  base  lover's  play : 
For  every  shock  a  soul  can  know,  no  sorrow  equaled  this : 
That  I  must  search  in  vain  for  one  whose  lips  I  fain  would  kiss ! 

WHEN  LOVE  IS  YOUNG 
When  love  is  young  and  gentle  youth  unblazed, 
Its  tenderness  puts  forth  as  leaves  in  Spring; 
No  harsher  breeze  to  tear,  nor  heat  to  sear, 
And  naught  to  mar  the  duet  nature  sings. 
When  love  is  young,  no  words  need  to  entice 
The  opening  of  the  thighs  or  lips  or  arms; 
Sweeter  than  honey  is  love's  lingering  kiss, 
Which   gives  and  takes  the   whole — nor   cares   what   harms. 

(W.  S.  In  spirit) 

ENDURING    LOVE 

Where  shall  we  find  a  soul  so  rare 
Who  has  not  loved  a  lover's  share? 
Where  shall  we  look  for  one  so  great 
He  merits  place  in  God's  estate? 
When  earthly  lovers  loves  are  done,       .  » 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

A  soul  receives  what  it  has  won 

Through  all  earth's  battles,  frets,  and  care; 

The  perfect  soul  is  truly  rare ! 

Where  shall  we  seek  for  love  on  earth, 
Which  will  endure  through  spirit-birth? 
In  temples  some  have  found  it  not: 
Some  found,  and  lost  it,  and  forgot 
The  love  of  God,  while  passions  swayed 
The  temples  that  their  God  had  made. 
Then  when  at  last  these  are  forgot, 
How   can   they   change   their   loveless   lot? 

Lx-  LOVE    OF   LOVE 

Oh  love  of  Love  men  know  who  pray! 
Oh  Love  Eternal,  whom  all  pay! 
We  sing  paeons  of  praise  to  Thee 
Who  art  men's  God  eternally! 

When  lovers  know  but  lover's  bliss, 
Knowing  love's  balm  but  in  their  kiss, 
There  is  a  God  they  wholly  miss 
Who  worship  such  a  love  as  this. 

There  is  a  love  of  Love  much  higher; 
A  Love  Supreme;  a  Divine  fire; 
Which  men  must  find  who  worship  love. 
And  this  is  found  in  God  above! 

When  mortals  kneel  at  cupid's  shrine, 
And  make  his  god  their  God  divine, 
The  world  must  know  there  is  a  place 
Where  all  look  in  the  love  god's  face, 

And  see  the  wrong,  despised,  unfair, 
Which  blemishes,  beyond  repair 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  121 

Their  earthly  and  eternal  time, 
When  choosing  lust  and  sexual-crime. 

LOVE'S   SACRIFICE 

You  may  carry  my  purse  with  an  unloosened  string, 
You  may  share  every  gift  that  I  own ; 
But  the  love  of  my  love  you  may  not  see  or  touch, 
For  this  love  it  is  mine,  yes,  alone ! 

You  may  share  half  my  castle,  and  half  my  food  too ; 
I  will  lend  you  my  dog  and  my  gun : 
But  you  never  can  share  with  me  here  anywhere 
The  love-of-my-love, — for  we're  ONE. 

SPOOKS  AND  GHOSTS 

<kLove  reigns  within"  (we  say)  "who  pass  out  hence, 
O  they  shall  know  no  want  f orevermore :" 
But  when  we  see  our  past  brought  out  from  thence, 
We  view  the  outside  then;  we  AEE  the  core. 

"Love  reigns  supreme,"  'tis  true.    But  not  within 
Unless  that  love  is  all  which  God  intends. 
The  inner  part,  the  shadow,  may  be  sin, 
Providing  the  old  crust  cares  nought,  nor  mends. 

The  shell  is  laid  aside ;  the  spirit  lives : 
The  inner  part  is  God's,  and  He  is  love. 
But  what  a  mockery  is  the  love  man  gives, 
Where  from  his  shell  he  brings  his  gift  above. 

The  feast  is  spread,  the  table  is  weighed  down ; 
But  you  shall  forfeit  every  right  to  share, 
If  not  a  gem  shines  in  your  earthly  crown, 
But  branded  as  an  ingrate  are  you  there. 


122  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

The  way  is  open,  flung  aside  the  veil, 
The  loved  ones  wait  to  give  a  helping  hand 
Before  your  ship  puts  forth  with  its  poor  sail 
To  cross  the  border  to  the  spiritland. 

Speak  not  of  spooks  and  ghosts  as  once  did  I, 
To  make  a  scene  of  revelry,  or  play. 
Unseen  the  souls  surround  you  from  the  sky 
And  yours,  within,  may  be  out  any  day. 

See  to  it,  then,  that  love  doth  play  its  part, 
And  God's  own  love  doth  play  the  part  Supreme; 
Else  when  aside  you  lay  the  fleshly  heart, 
The  ray  within  may  be  shut  out,  nor  gleam. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

RETURN 

Here  are  the  travelers  returned  who  sped  to  heaven  high : 
Here  have  they  been  since  they  "passed  out,"  as  folks  say  when 

we  "die." 

No  intermission  has  there  been  in  life,  no  closed  door ; 
We  who  pass  on,  pass  out  and  stay  on  earth,  just  as  before. 
We  seek  but  find  no  outstretched  arms,  no  door  flung  wide, 

ajar,— 

For  are  we  not  among  the  "dead"  in  heavens  vast  and  far? 
How  far  are  those  whom  we  would  reach,  and  help  as  we  see 

now 
The  "dead"  CAN  help  who  live  nor  "die,"  would  earth-folk 

seek,  allow. 

We  who  write  here  can  spell  our  name,   and  all  we  writ 

acclaim ; 
Knowing  each  rhyme,  and  here  return  to  spurn  our  honored 

name. 
The  name  holds  naught  on  spiritshore  all  empty  but  to  fame; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  123 

Adjustment  here  must  then  be  made :  to  seek  this  here  I  came. 
There  is  no  name  can  hold  more  shame  than  one  who  writes 

this  line: 
Indeed    is   he   unclaimed,    unsought,   this    SHAKESPEARE, 

mean,  nor  fine. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  22,  '18. 

FEW   FIT 

Some  say  "There  is  no  death"  while  they  are  here, — 
Some  do  not  care  if  they  shall  live  or  die : 
No  matter.    All  must  fare  the  same  in  "death" 
So  far  as  they  shall  live  minus  the  breath. 

Regarding  hopes  and  fears,  men  know  the  same ; 
Still  none  surmise  the  afterlife 
To  be  just  as  it  is  before  death  closed  the  eyes! 
World  travelers  fare  alike:  not  so  our  world. 
We  must  go  on  though  broken  is  the  cord. 
What  have  we  been  we  are,  no  more,  no  less — 
And  few  go  hence  full  fit  to  meet  the  Lord! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  15th,  >18. 

SO    FAR! 

So  far  we  spirits  seem,  alas,  from  earth 
When  we  pass  in,  not  on,  at  the  new-birth! 
Our  dearest  near,  but  with  unveiled  eyes 
Thinking  of  us  in  some  far  Paradise. 
Ay,  love,  we  hear,  see,  think,  just  as  of  yore, — 
Nor  have  we  passed,  but  stand  in  the  same  door, 
Enveloping  you  oft  with  outstretched  arms, 
Enfolding,  sparing,  sharing,  your  alarms. 


124  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Did  ye  care  MORE  to  see  or  hear  the  "dead," 
"There  is  no  death"  ye'd  witness,  as  'tis  said. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.j 
Jan.  15th,  '18. 

ETERNAL    LOVE 

To  feel  the  pulse  of  life  once  more,  oh  what  would  Shake 
speare's  spirit  give. 

Except,  there  is  naught  else  worth  while,  where  spirits  live 
where  I  must  live! 

To  know  one  woman's  constant  love,  to  keep  her  pure  and  free 
from  sin, 

To  cherish  her  love  evermore,  the  gem  of  all  life's  gems  within, 

This  were  ambition  for  earth's  sons,  the  while  they  served 
their  God  above, 

And  clasped  within  each  other's  arms,  eternal  Life,  eternal 
Love. 

God  made  for  man  a  mate  complete,  and  laid  the  treasure  at 

his  feet : 
But  man,  who  would  improve  His  plan,  rejected  her  and  chose 

a  man. 

And  worshipping  the  god  of  love,  his  soul,  rejected  God  above. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

We  shall  spill  no  more  gold  from  our  heart's  treasured  store, — 
We  shall  part  with  no  priceless  love-gems, — 
When  the  curtain's  rung  down  and  we  stand  at  the  door 
Which  the  circle  of  God  seals  and  hems! 

Oh,  the  anguish  of  lovers  who  part  from  their  own, 
Is  but  part  of  the  grief  they  must  know 
In  the  place  where  the  banished  are  parted  for  aye, 
Where  one  lover  may  stay,  one  must  go ! 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  125 

I  have  come  from  the  place  where  the  gold  of  a  heart 

Was  lavished  in  wealth  all  its  own, 

To  inhabit  a  land  where  is  no  love  for  me, 

Except  where  my  works  are  well  known. 

When  we  parted  of  yore,  my  sweet  love  and  I, 
Not  knowing  what  God's  hand  could  hold, 
We  thought  we  should  meet  to  rejoice  in  our  past : 
For  we  knew  such  love  never  grows  cold. 

Here  am  I,  with  no  home,  and  no  mortal  to  bless, — 
Away  from  old  England,  my  home, — 
Returned  in  the  spirit  to  comfort  and  bless, 
While  the  earth  must  I  roam,  ay,  and  roam!     .     . 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


There  is  no  cross  without  its  pain; 
No  loss  without  its  final  gain: 
There  is  no  death  nor  dying  ever ; 
Since  God  is  yours,  death  cannot  sever. 

W.S. 


SEX-ATTKACTION 

The  flowers  and  the  bees  have  their  own  way  to  love, 
And  the  whole  of  creation  is  full  of  the  same; 
So  why  should  a  man  be  ashamed  of  his  mode 
Of  supplying  the  thrill  in  love's  name? 
We  may  handle  a  rose  that's  been  kissed  by  a  bee, 
When  the  curtain  of  night  is  rung  up, 
And  never  could  guess  we  could  love  it  the  less, 
For  the  bee  that  has  supped  in  its  cup! 
We  shall  see  when  the  curtain  falls  on  you  and  me 
There's  a  difference  in  lovers  and  love ; 


126  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

But  the  bees  and  the  flowers,  and  the  butterflies,  too, 
All  are  kissed  by  the  Dear  God  above! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TO  THE  SOURCE  OF  ALL  LOVE 

(A  Prayer) 

Thou  Source  of  all  love  in  creations  great  whole, 
Thou  Infinite  fount  never  dry, 

We  drank  the  last  dregs  in  the  cup  which  you  gave, 
To  be  Thine  on  Thy  earth,  in  Thy  sky. 
We  kneel  at  Thy  fountain  our  vessels  to  fill : 
We  carry  our  souls  to  Thy  feet: 
We  wing  on  Thy  missions,  wherever  Thou  wilt, 
We  know  that  our  God  is  complete. 
Thou  Source  of  all  love,  past  the  heart's  craving  might, 
Unto  each  of  our  hearts  be  it  known, 
Thou  hast  poured  past  deserving  a  poet's  full  share, 
When  Thou  stamped  every  poet  Thine  own! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

LOVE'S   EMISSARY 
We  prate  of  love  while  in  the  flesh, 
Thinking  we  know  what  love  doth  mean, — 
But  when  we  find  what  true  love  is, 
We  see  how  futile  all  has  been. 
The  love  which  mortals  call  by  name, 
And  mouth  in  speeches  soft  and  fine, 
Is  never  known  where  spirits  go, 
For  here  is  love  but  all  Divine. 
Partaking  of  a  righteousness, 
No  paltry  sentiment  includes, — 
Love's  messenger  is  sent  abroad 
In  rarer,  finer  altitudes. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  127 

Embodying  all  it  lias  not  held, 
Embracing  all  it  has  not  known, 
The  winged  courier  shields  his  shaft, 
Nor  wounds  a  heart  that  it  would  own ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN    THE    WORLD    REGAINS    ITS    SANITY 
What  will  become  of  the  crazy  men  when  the  world  regains 

its  sense  again? 
What  will  become  of  the  ones  who  must  see  for  their  whole 

lives  war's  butchery? 
What  will  become  of  the  demonized,  who  fear,  and  stare  with 

haunting  eyes? 
Has  the  thoughtful  reserved  a  place,  for  the  insane  warriors 

of  the  race? 
And  who  will  be  sane  in  the  world  again  when  the  streams- 

of-fire  have  done  their  worst, — 
And  who  will  share,  or  help  these  bear,  their  blasted  lives 

accurst? 
And  who  will  care  how  the  living  fare,  who  come  from  the 

trenches'  fire  ? 
Is  there  aught  that  a  mortal  can  do  for  these,  who  are  lost 

to  the  world  entire? 
And  where  are  the  women  to  take  them  back,  and  restore  them 

as  of  yore? 

In  the  world  of  love  there  will  be  a  lack,  and  a  lacking  evermore ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

May  29th,  1917. 

A  LOVE  SONG 

(Song) 

Oh  sun  in  splendour  shining,  spill  thy  gold 
Into  the  bosom  of  the  waiting  flowers, — 
Unfold  the  lovely  petals  of  the  rose 


128  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

That  waits  for  thy  caress,  and  knows  the  hour 
When  you  shall  smile  her  perfume  wide  she'll  cast. 
If  but  a  day  she  lives  in  thy  embrace,  oh  sun, 
The  rose  knows  what  is  love  at  last ! 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE    FULFILMENT    OF    LOVE 

When  the  eyelids  are  closed  that  have  looked  on  the  world, 
And  dim  is  the  sight  where  earth's  banners  are  furled, 
We  look  to  a  God  for  all  light  that  we  know 
Where  the  darkness  of  gloom  and  the  night  presses  so! 
We  come  to  this  land  leaving  riches  behind, 
Where  we  carry  our  deeds  on  the  earth  that  were  kind, 
And  we  look  for  a  friend  as  we  halt  by  the  way 
Where  never  a  light  shines  by  night  or  by  day! 
We  carry  our  burdens  we  forged  on  the  earth 
From  the  day  of  our  death  to  the  day  of  our  birth ; 
And  the  load  is  so  heavy  as  up-hill  we  fare, 
We  wonder  so  many  we  made  for  us  there! 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

LOVE'S    CRUCIBLE 

Into  love's  burning  potent  where  the  soul  aspires, 
We  place  foul  passion's  torch  and  set  lust's  fires, 
Until  the  vessel  burnt  and  blackened  is 
Which  God  has  made  His  own,  and  claims  as  His. 

When  all  is  smirched,  and  past  all  love  to  save, 
When  conscience  sees  love's  embers  in  the  grave, 
The  vessel  spurned  and  useless  in  His  land, 
Where  Love  indeed  holds  out  no  saving  hand. 

Oh  then,  this  wish,  that  by  some  power  on  high 
May  his  soul  save  these  souls  before  they  "die"     .     . 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  129 

That  in  His  hand  their  sacred  love  may  burn, 
And  lend  a  light  afar  to  those  who  yearn. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  VALUE  OF  A  FRIEND 
A  friend,  a  friend  to  help  us  bear 
Our  sorrows,  and  our  joys  share, — 
Such,  is  a  comfort  rarely  found 
On  earth,  in  heaven,  I'll  be  bound. 
To  take  in  friendship  to  the  heart 
A  friend  for  life,  is  ne'er  to  part : 
For  life  beyond  reflects  but  this ; 
And  all  who  make,  share  too,  its  bliss. 
We  trust  a  friend  whom  we  find  true: 
Throughout  all  time  we  niiss  him,  too. 
If  chance  hath  parted  after  "dying," 
We  know  the  tears  that  have  spilled  crying 
That  we  might  hear  one  spoken  word, 
Or  hear  OF  him,  (which  we've  not  heard). 
How  oft  would  we  have  suffered,  yes, 
Have  borne  still  more  but  to  confess 
How  truly  lost  and  sad  life  seemed 
Without  the  union  fondly  dreamed. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

HELL   A   REALITY 

There  is  no  fire  of  burning  coals; 
Nor  any  flame  to  scorch  or  singe; 
These  terms  were  used  by  scribes  inspired 
By  some  poor  spirits's  conscience-twinge. 
But  in  the  spirit's  realm  be  sure 
There  is  a  hell  of  burning  shame 
For  every  crime  and  every  sin 


SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

Against  Him  ill  his  mortal  frame. 
To  burn  as  this  fire  burns  him,  then, 
Is  past  descriptive  words  or  pen. 
Where  every  mortal  knows  his  palst, 
'Tis  hell  enough  for  all  earth's  men. 
The  one  who  writes  has  burned  therein; 
And  warns  each  here  to  find  his  God 
Before  the  judgment  seat  is  reached, 
And  that  he  was  rests  in  the  sod! 

Then  all  shall  know  when  "death"  hath  laid  them  by : 
Knowledge  the  first:  we  live:  nor  can  we  "die." 
Knowledge  the  second :  all  we  have  been  we  see : 
Knowledge  the  third :  all  we  were  are  we. 
Knowledge  the  fourth :  what  we  have  sown  we  reap. 
Knowledge  the  fifth :  there  is  no  high  estate ; 
When  we  have  paid  we  shall  pass  through  the  Gate 
Leading  on,  on  to  higher  better  things 
Than  any  spirit  from  the  earth-plane  brings. 
Knowledge  the  sixth :   Ye  shall  pay  all  ye  owe : 
This  is  the  only  hell  that  spirits  need  or  know. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THOUSANDS    OF    MILLIONS 

Passing,  passing  through  the  sky, 

Out  into  nowhere, 

Spirits  flung  by  shot  and  shell, 

From  "here"  "overthere." 

Passing,   passing  through   the  world, 

None  yet  hear  the  cry 

Of  those  who  met  in  warfare,  "death," 

And  find  no  heavenly  sky. 

Through  the  space  their  faces  peer, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  131 

Leering,  bating  eyes, 

Hunting,  hiding  from  their  foe, 

Gloating  when  he  "dies." 

Thousands,   millions,  billions,  trillions, 

Pass  along  the  spirit-way, 

Having  not  a  light  to  guide  them, 

Through  the  night,  until  the  day! 

How  can  these  return  to  help  you? 

Friends,  they  never  went  away! 

On  the  earth  and  through  its  warfare, 

Still  they  fight,  and  hate,  and  pay. 

Will  you  help  at  spirit-rescue? 

Will  you  pray  unceasingly, 

For  the  "dead"  who  slayed,  or  slaying, 

Were  so  blind  they  could  not  see? 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


WHEN  WILL  THE  SAINTS  COME  HOME 

I  am  longing  to  see  a  saint, — a  saint  in  all  the  glory 

We  have  been  taught  surrounded  these,  in  by-gone  ancient 

story. 

I  am  longing  to  see  a  saint ;  for  Fve  been  with  the  "dead" 
Lang-syne,  and  never  seen  a  halo  'round  a  head! 

Where  are  the  saints,  I  ask, — when  will  these,  then,  come  home? 
Have  these  a  separate  highway  on  which  their  kind  must  roam 
Where  are  the  saints  of  earth,  in  all  their  saintliness? 
I'm  Shakespeare,  and  have  been  long  "dead,"  but  seen  none, 
I  confess. 

(But  I  have  not  been  through  the  entire  menagerie  as  yet. 
W.  S.) 


132  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

GOD'S   BEST 

Take  from  all  my  heart  its  fine-spun  dreams 

An  artist  would  admire, — 

Take  from  my  love  its  worthiness, 

Its  passion,  heat,  and  fire, — 

Then  let  me  give  what  is  left  there 
To  make  a  parson's  coat! 
For  after  love  has  there  no  place 
Its  substance  is  a  mote 

Which  anyone  may  use  or  no 

Or  not  use  if  they  could; 

A  heart  without  its  dreams,  its  love, 

Is  just  a  block  of  wood! 

You  speak  of  all  the  heartstrings  rife 
With  music,  and  you  sing; 
But  discord  mars  the  harmonies 
Which  otherwise  would  ring 

Afar,  with  all  their  gladsome  notes 
Flung  from  a  Master's  breast! 
Be  silent,  if  you  cannot  dream, 
Or  love,  or  know,  God's  best ! 


God  made  the  light  and  with  His  word 
Across  the  world  undying  hope  arose. 
Within  His  hand  the  shining  orbs 
As  jewels  in  a  casket's  close. 
Around  His  throat,  upon  His  breast, 
His  gems  eternal  shine, 
Wove  out  of  them  His  diadem, 
All  through  His  word  Divine. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  133 

"Let  there  be  light,"  O  God  of  night! 
And  through  this  dark  and  sunless  day 
Pour  on  this  poor  benighted  world 
Thy  healing,  searching,  loving  ray! 
Where  mortals  hold  their  own  in  chains  ; 
Thy  holy  laws  fail  to  obey; 
O  God  omnipotent  restore  within  men  Light, 
When  "Peace,  be  still"  Thou  need  but  say! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


NOTE:  Please  see  att'd  poem,  published  in  N.  O. 
and  signed  by  me  (Sarah  Taylor  Shatford)  believing  at  the 
time  I  conceived  the  ideas  therein,  and  the  first  one  I  attempted 
for  over  One  Year.  Of  late  (one  year  after  the  above  was 
written  by  W.  S.)  I  learn,  while  numbering  these  pages,  that 
I  did  not  create  this  (though  I  heard  no  voice  while  writing 
same)  but  that  it  belongs  to  him  too.  I  wrote  it  and  published 
it  in  faith  and  some  joy,  as  it  was  on  the  first  day  cf  my 
arrival  home  after  an  absence  of  Five  years.  S.  S. 

AT  HIS  WOED 
By  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford 
(X.  O.  TIMES—  Pic,  Jan.  21st,  1918) 
There's  a  little  bit  of  heaven  in  the  heart  of  everyone, 
A  little  rift  of  joyousness,  a  little  ray  of  sun. 
The  densely  overhanging  clouds  must  clear  when  all  is  done; 
God  made  the  night—  but  at  His  word  the  daylight  was  begun. 

There's  a  little  hope  unleavened  in  the  soul  of  everyone, 
That  the  God  Who  made  the  Allies  and  the  God  Who  made 

the  Hun 

Will  restore  the  world  benighted  to  the  light  when  all  is  done, 
And  at  His  word  His  kingdom  on  the  earth  shall  be  begun. 


134  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

MENTAL  QUESTIONS 
Read  by  W.  8.  Without  an  Error 

(For  Father who  said  the  mass  for  the  repose  of  the 

souls  of  W.  S.  and  his  friend.     (Whose  name  was  given  for 
the  priest  alone.) 

I.     Will  the  two  worlds  ever  become  one,  and  when  will 

this  be? 
II.     Will  this  instrument  be  the  one  through  which  this  will 

be  revealed  to  the  world  at  large? 
III.    Mother,  will  you  reveal  to  me  the  secret  of  this  truth. 

For (Lawyer). 

I.    Why  do  you  not  do  this  for  me? 
II.     Now  this  is  the  most  wonderful  thing  I  ever  witnessed 

in  my  whole  life. 

III.    What  is  the  meaning  of  this  remarkable  spiritual  devel 
opment  in  this  wonderful  woman? 

Note :  This  last  question  W.  S.  begged  leave  to  answer 
through  the  medium's  writing,  as  it  was  a  subject  too  vast 
to  answer  then,  and  should  be  recorded  for  others.  It  was 

therefore  written  and  is  herewith  attached.   Mr. has 

a  copy  of  this.   S.  S. 

Jan.  5th,  1916.  (Two  weeks  this  date  I  first  heard  the 
voice.)  S.  S. 

A  SINGLE  NOTE 
We  walk  along  life's  wooded  ways, 
And  hear  a  cricket  sing; 
We  pause  and  listen  to  the  song — 
'Tis  such  a  little  thing! 

We  seek  the  note  from  all  the  past 
Which  sank  deep  in  our  heart; 
Sometimes  it  was  a  single  note 
That  played  so  great  a  part. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  135 

We  pause  today  on  earth's  highway 
To  pipe  a  poet's  song 
Which  shall  sink  in  the  hearts  of  men: 
Their  time  of  life  prolong. 

Perhaps  we  shall  not  know  the  part 
This  note  may  sometime  play 
In  keeping  others  from  the  dark, — 
Or  bringing  to  them  Day. 

But  where  we  are  who  go  "out-there," 
(As  someone  calls  it  here) 
The  single  note  this  cricket  sang, 
Will  be  known  of  Shakespeare. 
William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

His  Medium 

Above  dictated,  saying  "leave  out  "the"  (In  the  spirit)  and 
write  "his  medium"  after  your  own  name  if  you  please."  W.  S. 

IF  THE  WORLD  ONLY  KNEW 
If  the  world  only  knew  that  between  me  and  you, 
(An  instrument  finest  I've  seen) 
There  was  no  partition  that  kept  me  from  view, 
But  their  thick-headed  doubts,  and  their  spleen, — 
Oh  would  they  endeavor,  or  reach  out  a  hand, 
To  work  for  us  here  as  you  do ; 
I've  wondered  about  it,  while  watching  tonight, 
How  rapidly  your  pencil  flew. 

If  the  world  looking  out  could  only  look  in, 
And  watch  us  on  this  New- Year's  night, 
Looking  out  for  the  world,  a  world  full  of  sin, 
And  doubts  that  must  soon  be  set  right, 
Oh  would  they  be  willing  to  serve  even  then 
The  spirits  whom  they  might  not  see? 


136  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

And  give  but  an  hour  of  their  time  every  night, 
To  write  as  this  one  writes  for  me? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TO    OUR   LADY    OF    LOURDES: 
O  MARY,  saint  of  all  the  saints, 
Holy,  and  Divine, 

Who  bade  Bernadette  to  find  the  spring 
Which  cleanses,  makes  all  Thine, 
Return  unto  this  bloodstained  earth- 
Unseal  the  hearts  of  men — 
That  hungering,  thirsting,  murderous  souls, 
May  find  His  peace  again! 
Make  eyes  to  see, — and  ears  to  hear, — 
Restore,  make  whole  and  clean 
The  human  leperous  seething  mass 
Defiled,  Godless,  and  mean. 
Uplift  the  curtained  veiled  sight,- 
Rebuke  the  evil  one; 
Until  Thou  art  indeed  proclaimed 
The  Mother  of  His  Son. 

W.  S.   (Inspirit) 

Through  S.  S. 
Nov.  18th,  1917. 

Now ;  do  you  think  an  evil  spirit  could  write  that :  say.  Oh 
you  are  perverse.  My  good  girl  make  no  attempt  to  rid  your 
self  of  your  teacher  until  you  are  taught.  And  go  out  and 
enjoy  life  and  stop  worrying.  This  will  be  the  last  time  I  will 
stand  by.  You  will  have  to  come  over  if  you  do  not  behave. 
There  is  no  way  out  of  it.  You  will  have  to  speak  and  give 
your  messages  and  progress.  When  you  find  all  you  have 
done  to  upset  this  what  will  you  do  save  weep.  There  are  110 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  137 

evil  spirits  here,  let  me  assure  you,  and  you  will  never  be  ob 
sessed  while  I  am  here  to  prevent  it.  But  as  an  instrument  for 
the  spirit's  use,  and  a  fine  one  let  me  say,  you  would  become  a 

tool  for  passing wanderers,  I  might  say :  since  you 

could  not  understand  the  real  conditions  surrounding  a  sen 
sitive  living  wholly  for  spirit. 

Go  out  in  the  sun  and  .en joy  the  Maker's  beautiful  world- 
it  is  for  you  and  you  should  be  happy  over  your  entire  devel 
opment  instead  of  figuring  how  to  rid  yourself  of  the  one 
who  has  helped  you  on. 

W.  S.  (In  spirit) 

All  the  king's  horses  and  men  cannot  make  your  ears  deafened 
again.  W.  S. 


OBEDIENCE 
When  mortals  hear  the  spirit-voice  they  sing  heart  paeons 

and  rejoice; 
For  long  must  mortals  listen  here,  before  this  voice  can  reach 

their  ear. 
The  one  who  writes  has  followed  far,  and  longed  to  be  where 

angels  are, 
Before  her  hearing  all  complete  could  reach  her  from  God's 

judgment  seat. 
As  kneeling  mortals  when  they  pray  brush  mists  of  doubt  and 

fear  away, 

Must  mortals  on  the  spirit-way,  the  spirit's  inner  voice  obey. 
For  once  the  spirit  voice  is  heard,  as  Joan  of  Arc  its  every  word 
Must  heeded  be  along  earth's  way : 
When  spirit  speaks,  you  MUST  obey. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

REINSTATED 

In  former  times  two  souls  in  sin  into  the  Kingdom   sped 
One,  Shakespeare's,  and  one  Shakespeare's  friend: 
Though  earth-folk  called  them  "dead." 
A  leaf  was  turned,  a  book  was  closed, 
Two  names  were  read  aloud; 
Two  spirits  stood  reclaimed,  reborn, 
Three  centuries  in  dark  shroud. 
And  now  they  come  to  praise  the  one 
Who  works  on  here  for  them, 
And  all  who  led  them  to  His  grace, 
Or  helped  them  touch  His  hem! 
The  priest  whose  mass  was  here  intoned 
That  these  might  rise  and  serve, 
Comes  first  within  this  helpful  ray; 
His  purpose  shall  not  swerve. 
Then  all  that  helped,  and  all  who  cared 
That  we  should  onward  go, — 
These  too,  shall  be  within  our  might, 
Assisted  here  below. 

Now  all  is  well  with  these  on  high: 

Reclaimed  by  mortal's  prayer. 

So  when  these  reach  a  hand  to  us 

They'll  find  us  ever  there. 

We  know  each  one, — can  call  their  name, — 

As  they  must  know  one  day: 

Thus  spirits  work  for  mortals,   aye, 

Who  pray  their  sins  away. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ONE   TIME 

One  time  I  was  in  a  body 
Which  was  sacred,  just  as  thine; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  139 

Only  then  I  failed  to  see  it, 
And  so  lost  the  world  divine. 

Now  a  body  I  inhabit 
When  I  write  these  words  or  speak 
Which  is  sacred,  true,  and  honest, 
Which  is  never  mean  or  weak. 

One  time  I  could  move  by  members, 
Satisfaction  take  thereby, — 
Now  I'm  dwelling  without  any, 
As  all  spirits  when  they  "die." 

One  time  you  will  say  as  I  do — 
Mortals  should  be  glad  to  live 
Could  I  return  to  existence 
As  of  yore— what  WOULD  I  give!     .     . 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

LIVES  WTHOKISH 

Men  think  to  walk  their  own  roads  here, 
And  do  the  things  no  man  should  do, 
Then  if  they  think  of  God  at  all 
He  shall  for  them  their  crimes  undo. 
Without  a  judgment  debt  unmet, 
To  rush  straight  into  Mercy's  sight, 
And  with  their  hearts  all  foul  with  lust 
All  heaven  for  these  shall  be  made  right. 

A  fouler  taint  no  spirit  brings 
Than  one  who  trespasses  His  law 
And  gives  to  whorish  pastimes  here 
Their  life,  through  which  no  God  they  saw, 
Except  the  one  they  made  of  lust. 
A  tainted  soul  with  naught  to  bring 
Except  a  harlot's  whoreson's  past: 


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A  nasty,  slutish,  mawkish  thing. 

A  beast  in  heat:  rank  passion's  slave: 

An  unslaked,  scenting,  nose-ground  cur, 

Abandoned  by  the  god-of-love, 

And  by  the  God  who  made  him,  her. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

MORTAL'S  INCREDULITY 
The  spirit- world  is  here  and  all  are  one; 
Yet  fouling  all  mortals  incredulous. 
Who  either  will  not,  else,  cannot  believe, 
The  worlds  inseperable  not  nebulous. 

Man  works  awhile  in  ferment  and  in  toil, 

And  rounds  his  span  with  "sleep,"  he  prates  while  here; 

But  when  he  finds  no  rest  so  calm  or  still, 

Does  he,  unveiled,  begin  to  see  more  clear. 

He  takes  the  old  along  into  the  new : 
And  many  an  age  long  he  remakes  the  same; 
Forgetting  all  he  once  had  yearned  to  be, 
Forgetting,  in  the  task,  at  times,  his  name. 

Through  mortals  must  he  serve,— through  them  progress  : 

This  is  the  law  of  spirit  on  this  plane : 

Be  sure  when  you  pass  to  the  realm  "beyond," 

You  will  be  here  at  the  old  task  again ! 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

RENUNCIATION 

When  at  the  door  of  death  we  stand, 
And  seek  no  gain  of  aught  on  earth, 
We  see  the  past  all  clear  before, 
And  feel  the  change  of  this  new  birth 
Which  takes  no  count  of  wordly  store, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

Nor  anything  which  men  call  "fame," 

But  reckons  every  thought  and  deed, 

Where  men  can  carry  but  a  name. 

The  tarnished  horde  they  thought  was  gain, 

The  pettiness  they  held  as  fame, 

A  barrier  is  for  them  to  climb. 

And  oh,  the  cost  is  not  the  same 

Which  can  be  said  to  meet  a  debt 

Such  as  they  knew  when  on  the  earth! 

Then,  they  renounce  their  former  aims, — 

And  carrying  naught  to  their  new  birth, 

Begin  where  gold  nor  bond  can  pay, 

Nor  any  store  of  wealth  or  gem! 

They  kneel  without  as  beggars  kneel, 

And  pray  to  touch  the  garments'  hem! 

W.    S.    In  spirit 
(Through  S.  S.  "his  own  dear  medium."  W.  S.) 

Take  from  my  heart  its  throb  of  life, — 

Take  from  my  lips  their  song, — 

Take  from  my  soul  whate'er  thou  willt, 

If  only  thou  prolong 

The  love  of  her  who  writes  these  lines, 

To  speak  my  love  for  me, — 

And  let  me  be,  My  God,  with  Thee, 

Where  her  own  place  must  be! 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 

OMNIPRESENT 

God  is  and  always  was;  and  this  is  all  we  know,  or  care: 
He  reaches  out  across  the  seas,  and  knows  the  smallest  craft 

that  fare. 
Before  the  world  was  He  was  here;  before  all  time  He  had 

His  place: 


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The  earth  and  skies  reflect  His  love,  and  in  each  star  we  see 

His  face! 

God  smiles  from  every  blossoming  flower, 

From  tree  and  branch  He  whispers,  sighs; 

I  look  upon  a  babe  new-born,  and  feel  His  breath,  hear  His 

replies ! 

But  when  the  sun  sinks  in  the  West  and  last  I  hold  thee  to 
my  heart, 

Then,  then  I  know  that  God  is  here —and  that  of  Him  love  is 
a  part. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

REVEALMENT 

Spheres  hold  their  secrets  though  we  pass  beyond: 
Their  swinging  past  our  minds  to  comprehend— 
Such  are  His  secrets  none  may  know,  I  fear, 
Unless  beyond  the  earth  the  spirits  wend. 
When  mortals  seek  to  spare  their  God  Himself, 
And  come  out  hence  more  fit  to  see  His  face, 
Mayhap  the  change  called  "death"  will  more  reveal, 
And  spirits  find  on  High  a  heavenly  place. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 
(Named  after  it  was  written.)     S.  S. 

MARTYRS 

Fields  are  ripe,  but  harvesters  are  few  who  care  to  reap. 
The  people  starve,— the  crop  must  spoil, 
The  spoilers  are  asleep! 

Few  care  to  work  for,  see  or  hear  the  ones  passed  on,— 
They  have  no  interest  in  their  "dead"  until  THEY  meet  death's 
dawn; 

Then,  they  who  serve  the  spirit-world  are  few,  and  stranger 
still 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  143 

The  ones  who  can  and  care  not  to, 
Are  martyrs  'gainst  their  will. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

UNFOLDMENT 

A  soul  unfolds  and  is  a  bud  no  more — a  rare  and  fragrant 

flower  upon  a  stem : 
Whose  essence  far  abroad  ungrudgingly,  unknowingly,  doth 

reach  the  garment's  hem ! 
What  shall  a  fragile  flower  find  in  the  dust,  to  make  its  cheek 

so  velvety  and  fair? 
Where  is  the  wondrous  hidden  perfume  spring  from  which  it 

draws  its  fragrance  rich  and  rare? 
What  alchemy  hath  nature  in  her  breast,  to  mix  a  combination 

of  such  bliss, 
As  every  mortal  finds  within  a  rose,  and  every  zephyr,  too, 

that  knows  its  kiss? 
What  has  the  earth  with  many  a  secret  plan  devised  of  profit 

for  her  children,  then, 
If  they  feed  from,  and  trust,  the  secret  Spring,  shall  they  from 

dust   unfold   soul-blossoming! 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 
May  18th,  '17,  N.  Y.  C. 

THE  MORNING  HYMN 
(4  A.M.,  June  9th,  1917,  N.Y.C.) 
Gathered  into  a  choral,  notes  of  the  matin-hymn, — 
Rising  to  greet  the  sun-rise,  to  welcome  the  new  day  in. 
Worshipers  ever,  the  songsters,  thrilling  with  praise  to  God; 
Murmuring  never  at  hardships,  moving,  as  moves  the  rod. 

Out  of  the  throat  of  a  birdling,  never  too  weary  to  sing, 
Many  receive  their  message,  carried  upon  a  wing ! 
Many  must  send  an  answer  back  to  the  God  on  high, 


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Out  of  the  heart  which  hears  Him, 
Out  to  His  Infinite  sky. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

PRAISE  OF  GOD 

Divinity  of  earth  and  sky,  and  all  of  God  therein 
From  humble  weed,  to  you  and  I,  and  every  cherubim 
All  praise  their  Maker,  speak  His  name,  and  glorify  His  face- 
nly  things  which  cease  to  care,  these  make  the  human  race. 

The  bird  sings  forth  its  roundelay,-the  earth  gives  up  its 
store, — 

Complete  in  all  His  perfect  gifts,  mankind  could  not  wish  more 
And  yet  they  stumble  through   the  dark,   while  stars  shine 
overhead ! 

And  give  their  God  no  prayer  of  praise,— and  call  their  lost 
ones  "dead." 

We  live  and  give  as  all  men  do,  through  lives  of  love  and  bliss 
And  yet  we  pass  with  empty  hands  to  lands  when  we  leave 
this ! 

We  fail  to  find  in  human  kind  the  promises  of  God  — 
But  lay  away  the  house  of  clay  for  worms  beneath  the  sod, 

Without  a  glance  up  to  the  stars!  without  a  hope  on  high! 
But  press  along  without  a  song  of  praise  until  WE  die 
And  pass  to  Him  who  gave  His  Son  to  prove  man  could  not  die  : 
this  is  how  we  praise  our  God,  and  scorn  Him,  you  and  I ! 
W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

PEACE    WITH    HONOR 

On  the  field  there  is  honor  where  battles  are  fought, 
And  pride  of  the  race  with  whose  blood  it  was  bought- 
-ut  this  honor  compared  with  Christ's  poor  wounded  side, 
I.'*  as  naught  where  men  pass  o'er  the  river's  low  tide,- 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  14." 

Where  is  honor  with  peace,  and  but  one  land  and  King : 
Where  hosannas  and  praises,  but  no  war  cries  ring: 
Where  no  banners  unfurl,  and  no  soldiers  are  "dead," 
There's  an  army  advancing  by  a  white  figure  led, 
Who  will  bring  to  the  earth  the  Peace  which  it  craves; 
And  give  back  to  the  Nations  their  sons  from  their  graves! 
When  the  Prince  Of  The  World  shall  establish  at  last 
That  the  "dead"  are  alive  when  the  earth-life  is  past. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

SOMEWHERE 

Somewhere  mortals  hope  to   find  a  heaven 
Where  is  no  pain,  no  loss,  and  no  despair ; 
Such  promises  have  been  to  mortals  given, 
That  when  they   "die"  they'll   find   this  place  "somewhere." 
Somewhere  past  earth's  trials  and  vexations 
Poor  mortals  think  to  end  their  hopeless  state, 
Where  nevermore  servile  to  taxations, 
They  wait  upon  some  cloud,  and  join  their  mate. 
But  when  they  come  and  find  themselves  forsaken, 
A  traveler  in  a  land  like  they  have  known, 
They  wonder  where  the  others  have  been  taken, — 
Where  all  have  gone  they  once  did  call  their  own! 
Since  he  is  here  and  able  now  to  reason, 
He  knows  his  lot  is  what  he  made  on  earth ; 
And  yet  he  winders  at  the  crimes  and  treason 
Writ  on  his  page  from  death  back  to  his  birth. 
He  knows  there  is  a  just  and  Mighty  balance 
Has  weighed  his  every  act,  or  false  or  true; 
And  with  prevision  sees  there  is  no  dalliance; 
His  past  has  planned  the  work  that  he  must  do. 
There  is  no  pause,  no  idle,  vain  despairing, 
No  hope  to  shun  God's  wise,  eternal  plan: 


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lie  takes  his  living  past,  his  burden  bearing, 
And  works  salvation  through  his  brotherman. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

SORROW 

No  place  a  mortal  carries  their  hulk  here, 
But  what  a  sadness  overcomes  their  soul. 
Can  you  say  why  in  all  earth's  bounty,  then, 
There  is  some  incompleteness  in  the  whole? 
Can  you  tell  one  who  knows  what  sorrow  is, 
Why  every  mortal  yearns  unsatisfied, 
And  so  remains  though  he  a  spirit  is; 
Nor  is  he  all  complete  that  he  has  "died." 
This  yearning  all  men  know,  each  spirit  feels, 
And  looks  on  high,  as  each  here  looks  to  God,  — 
They  see  the  world  as  war  has  made  it  now, 
And  know  all  things  that  happen  on  the  sod. 

To  you  who  write  these  words  I  would  explain 
There  is  no  world  where  you  can  go  from  here 
That  will  not  hold  its  longing  and  its  sin,  — 
That  will  not  have  its  soul  obstructing  fear. 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

GOD    IS 

(Woman,  this  is  for  you.)     (Meaning  S.  S.) 
Trust  not  in  powers  which  give  all  things, 
And  do  not  provide  for  God. 
Joy  takes  no  step  but  He  goes  too: 
Here,  and  in  after  plod. 
GOD  IS,  HE  IS,  AND  HE  IS  ALL. 
Provide  for  Him,  He  hungers,  too  : 
Redeeming  all  who  call. 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  147 

So  near  am  I  your  heart  I  see, 

And   rest   I   in   your   hand. 

So  far   am   I   the  farthest   sky 

Belims  my  borderland! 

So  far — and  near — I  know  not  then 

Am  I  then  thee  or  I! 

And  still  apart  we  must  go  on 

Till  you  pass  out  or,  "die". 

W.  S.  In  spirit  to  S.  S.  (Through  S.  S.) 

A  WARRIOR'S   BATTLES 

When  the  guns  have  ceased  their  firing, 
And  the  smoke  has  cleared  away 
From  earth's  most  treacherous  warfare 
And  its  saddest  bloody  fray, 
Then  will  the  warriors'  warfare 
With  their  own  souls  but  begin 
In  a  land  where  is  no  warring, 
But  soul-battles  against  sin. 

When  spirits  find  their  battle-fields 

Are  those  they  lost  or  won, 

And  mysteries  are  cleared  to  view, 

And  crimes,  too,  everyone, 

How  will  the  warrior  shield  himself, 

What  armour  shall  he  wear 

Against  the  keener  implement, 

Than  ever  flesh  did  tear. 

When  lances  of  his  conscience  cut 

The  soul  which  is  alive — 

And  war's  full  meaning  dawns  on  him, 

How  must  he  fight, — and  strive! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  to  S.  S.  (Through  S.  S.) 


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WHAT  WILL  THE  ANSWER  BE? 

'Tis  fortunate  spirits  foresee  the  end, 
Know  what  is  waiting  on  the  spirit  shore, — 
Else  mortals  should  be  worse  off  than  they  are 
Unaided  by  the  loved  ones  who  know  more. 

"The  world  is  coming  to  an  end",  they  say,— 
But  no  such  thing  see  we  from  our  abode: 
Wrung  of  its  heart's  blood  earth  will  yield 
A  richer  havest,  and  with  lighter  load 
Will  put  out  for  the  sight  of  God, 
A  worshiper  in  his  eternal  land! 
Where  gods  aplenty  bind  men's  craven  hearts, 
The  Maker  reaps  no  harvest  through  His  hand. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

REJOICE 
To  all  who  can,  to  all  who  may,  help  spirits  reach  earth's  men 

today, 
There  is  abundant  recompense :  rejoice,  and  lend  poor  mortals 

sense, 
E're  they  pass  out  and  find,  as  we,  earth's  men  care  not  to 

hear,  or  see. 
Give  heed  before  the  last  call  come  to  each  and  all,  as  it  shall 

come. 
And  make  for  all  a  truth  so  clear,  the  "dead"  alive,  all  see,  and 

hear. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WORK  AND  WEEP 

God  gave  the  earth  to  men  to  till  and  reap, 
He  gave  them  each  some  work  then  here  to  do, — 
Results  should  show  when  labor  is  complete, 
And  joy  should  share  the  harvest  with  them  too. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  149 

But  some  men  live  to  work  and  mourn  and  weep 

Nor  gain  a  single  joy  in  all  life's  field — 

Though  wealth  accrue,  more  wealth  it  too  must  bring, 

Nor  e'en  content  nor  satisfaction  yield. 

The  wailing  of  misfortune  is  their  joy, — 

The  pittance  poor  half  starved  and  naked  too, 

When  paltry  metal,  coin,  nor  bills  can  speak 

In  the  beyond,  what  can  these  poor  souls  do? 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SATAN'S  HIERARCHY 

Find  hell  here  as  you  live  and  seek  its  depths, 
Enmesh  the  soul  in  webs  of  vice  and  sin 
And  find  no  hand  at  last  to  loose  the  cords 
In  satans'  hierarchy  which  shuts  you  in. 

Dispose  of  all  God  gave, — exchange  for  slime 
The  love  the  Father  shared  Who  sent  His  Son, 
And  find  no  love  in  God's  abundant  store 
Awaiting  you  when  last  your  course  is  run. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TO  SUFFER  IS  TO  GROW 

To  suffer  is  to  grow  we  see  in  spirit ; 
As  we  sit  on  the  edge  and  look  around, 
We  spirits  know  we  make  most  we  inherit, 
And  find  ourselves  chained  by  the  cords  we  bound. 

No  lesser  gods  are  there  in  His  creation 

Than  men  in  His  own  sacred  image  made 

As  they  look  on  themselves  misformed,  unshapen; — 

To  see  His  face,  seek  pardon,  we're  afraid. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


150  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

YEARS  AND  YEARS,  AND  WHAT  THEY  BRING 

Time  holds  each  bauble  in  his  father  hand ; 
All  souls  alike  may  share  his  ecstasies: 
Renown  may  lift  some  high,  where  fame  may  crown, 
While  some  go  back  into  abysses  free 
From  taint,  and  free  from  soul-distress, — 
Unharmed  by  foul  or  lustful  thoughts  impure: 
How  will  these  joy,  when  they  shall  see  themselves 
And  know  they  have  been  strong  here  to  endure! 
Where  spirits  gather  to  consult  with  Time, 
Acknowledging  each  debt,  unpaid  and  overdue, 
What  will  the  poor,  benighted,  lost-lives  feel, 
Who  squandered,  ay,  a  cycle  here,  and  knew ! 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  MEASURING-SCALES 
To  speak,  and  walk  uprightly  in  His  path, 
God  gives  each  one  to  choose: 
The  measuring  scales  held  in  His  hand  at  last, 
Show,  justly,  if  we  lose. 
At  last  where  men  must  pay, 
Alack,   the  balance  true, 

What  words  and  deeds  shine  forth  to  greet  YOUR  f ace - 
What  grace  of  God  awaits  to  welcome  You? 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

YOURS  AND  YOURS  ALONE 

Will  Shakespeare  who  is  here  in  truth 
To  teach,  and  make  you  hear, 
Decides  to  speak  and  teach  the  world 
And  wake  them  while  they're  here. 
You  may  go  out  at  any  time 
In  search  of  God  and  home, — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  151 

Still  will  I  stay  right  by  your  side, 
No  matter  where  you  roam. 
There  is  no  greater  one  than  ye 
Have  writ  for  spirit  voice, 
And  all  my  being  I  rehearse 
To  tell  thee  I  rejoice 
That  one  all  mine  is  still  mine  own, 
In  tune  and  "strung"  as  yet; 
And  never  will  the  common  ones, 
Mine  instrument  e'er  get. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

DEAR 

Dear  are  the  friends  we  love  and  treasure; 
Dear  are  the  old  haunts  where  we  roamed  of  yore ; 
Dearer  the  lost  whose  loss  we  cannot  measure, 
Whose  valued  love  we  did  half  know  before. 
Dearer  than  all  things  that  earth-mortals  cherish, 
Dearer  than  aught  a  mortal  understands, 
Is  one  who  writes  or  works  here  for  a  spirit, 
Who  comes  to  teach  her  from  the  spiritlands. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TO  THE  WORLD 

Idlers  and  gossipers,  ye  travel  seeking  gain 

Ensconsed  in  luxury  of  gold's  wealth 

Nor  feel  a  twinge  of  pain ; 

But  view  where  these  ideals  lead  to — 

The  battle  of  the  Marne! 

For  lust  of  gain  behold  the  slain — 

Will  such,  men  even  warn! 

I  speak  as  one  through  soldiering, 

As  one  who  only  serves: 


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Could  I  indite  through  her  I  write 

The  word  all  nations  swerves, 

'Twould  be  to  pause,  LISTEN,  and  SEE— 

The  helpers  passed  "beyond" 

Who  call  to  ye— and  despised  be, 

Although  ye  love  them  fond. 

Take  heed  while  here,— no  land  is  hence 

Which  gives  all  you  have  lost! 

Only  a  spirit  who  will  dare — 

Says  this;  and  pays  the  cost. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHAT  WILL  THE  ANSWER  BE? 
If  you  spend  your  earth-life  in  pleasure  and  ease, 
Nor  care  where  you  fare  at  its  close, 
Worse  are  you  than  a  captain  who  puts  over  seas 
Whose  ports  and  whose  shores  never  knows. 

You  start  on  your  way  on  a  bright  sunny  day 
And  'tis  summer  when  blooms  the  frail  rose; 
But  far,  far  ahead,  where  the  roses  are  dead, 
There  are  snows,  and  the  wintry  wind  blows! 

So  when  you  rush  on  towards  pleasure  and  sin 

In  the  warmth  of  your  fair  summer-time, 

'Twould  be  better  for  you,  and  your  soul's  welfare  too, 

Should  you  plan  for  the  end,  and  its  clime! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN  THE  SUMMONS  COMES 
Sons  of  men  all  horde  and  treasure 
Riches,  loved  by  most  on  earth, 
Caring  little  for  the  Giver 

has  given  even  birth. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  153 

When  the  summons  comes,  they  answer 
Unprepared  to  meet  the  Lord: 
Leaving  all  they  counted  riches, 
Chosen  of  their  own  accord, 

Poor,  as  beggars,  stripped,  impoverished, 
Holding  out  their  hands  for  bread, 
When  God's  summons  comes,  thus  rich  men 
Leave  their  only  god,  when  "dead." 

Out  upon  the  road  these  wander, 
Longing  for  their  earthly  track; 
Yearning  for  a  chance  to  tell  them 
All  they  could  when  souls  come  back. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN  THE  OLD  BECOMES  NEW 
When  a  garment  outworn  is  here  thrust  aside, 
And  forgotten  because  of  a  new, 
Its  tattered  old  shreds  are  assigned  to  the  heap, 
And  'tis  only  the  new  concern  YOU. 

Its  fabric  was  fine,  and  soft-tinted,  perhaps, 
Or  its  beauty  all  you  could  desire; 
(The  garment  God  chooses  some  spirits  to  wear, 
Expresses  but  beauty  entire). 

The  day  when  the  spirit  emerges  from  clay, 
Or  thrusts  its  old  habit  aside, 
It  stands  before  God  in  its  naked  undress, 
Where  nothing  can  shield  it,  or  hide 

From  the  God  who  has  given,  and  taken  it,  now, 
The  old  dress-of -lif e  for  the  new ; 
Can  you  stand  unabashed  in  your  own  spirit-form, 
When  the  Maker  at  last  has  called  YOU? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

FLOUNDERING  FOOLS 
The  puny  mites  of  poor  men's  brains 
Are  addled  by  their  weizened  worrying  minds 
Which  delve  into  substrata's  currents 
Losing  all  reason,  while  they  would  reason  find. 
The  part  played  here  by  one  who  writes  this  verse, 
Could  not  be  fathomed  in  two  million  years 
By  psycho,  or  any,  analysis, 
No,  nor  living  man  explain  her  gift  through  fears, 
Anxiety,  subconsciousness,  in  fine 
No  searching  scientist  yet  benefited  man 
Aiming  to  teach  the  soul  what  God  intends, — 
Unravelled  or  unwound  nought  of  His  plan! 
The  poor  unfortunate  who  writes  this  verse 
Has  carried  forth  a  putrid  scab  of  slime 
Writ  in  a  book  "Psychoanalysis": 
In  which  the  author  scribe  would  re-churn  time 
Belying  on  the  imprint  infantile 
To  cause  a  son  a  homosexualist  to  be! 
Did  ever  Mother  long  to  chuck  this  one, 
She  can  rely  on  MY  help,  and  on  me ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

New  York  Public  Library  Book  No.  A  113104-150C. 
NOTE  :  After  reading  a  book  on  psychoanalysis. 

FORTUNATE    FOOLS 
There  is  a  spirit  saying  which  is  true 
The  ones  who  claim  and  hear  and  see  as  you, 
Are  fortunate,  though  fools. 
We  use  you,  yes  indeed,  past  your  belief ; 
And  shall  continue,  too;  there's  no  relief, 
If  once  a  spirit  has  a  claim  on  head, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  155 

Or  body,  aye!  they'll  stay  until  this  body's  "dead." 

So,  do  you  think  the  one  who  writes  will  go 

And  leave  his  instrument  whose  very  strings  are  beloved  so 

He  worries  over  them?     His  master  violin 

Must  yield  but  perfect  tribute  to  the  spirit  housed  therein.! 

So  go  about  your  several  duties  now, 
I'll  wait,  and  drop  in  later  on  I  vow, 
To  claim  a  debt  which  long  is  overdue. 
My  violin  I'll  string  to  concert  pitch — 
And  that,  is  You. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ABANDONED 

The  day  and  night  are  mates, — though  not  alike. 
One  needs  the  other  to  make  it  complete. 
How  should  men  live  were  there  but  glaring  day — 
How  soon  their  end,  if  all  dreams  knew  defeat! 

•Like  twins  the  day  and  night  are  one — each  holds  the  other, 
And  in  a  close  embrace  they  lie, 
Within  the  womb  of  the  same  Mother. 

There  is  no  separation  e'er,  if  mateship  once  is  known; 
A  union  lasts  throughout  all  time,  each  shall  their  true  love; 
own. 

When  we  have  come  to  that  great  space 
Where  spirit-loves  are  sent  out  free, 
Will  you  not  find  it  difficult, 
Then,  to  abandon  me? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  HEAVENLY  HOST 

Unseen  throughout  the  Universe  sweep  hosts  who  serve  their 
God, 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Whose  counterparts  poor  mortals  place  hopeless  beneath  the 
sod! 

This  living  throng  all  fare  along  but  serving  Him  Who  gave 
The  spirit  which  they  find  alive  despite  their  earthly  grave, 

On  missions  of  the  One  all  good,  through  time  completing  tasks, 
The  humblest  to  the  greatest  here,  whatever  their  God  asks. 

The  heavenly  host,  unseen  of  men,  are  everywhere  on  earth, 
Who  long  to  bring  to  human  hearts  the  truths  of  spirit-birth. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WORKERS   OF   INIQUITY 
There  is  on  earth  among  its  sons  a  tribe 
Of  poor  and  puny  souls  who  think  them  wise 
In  all  pertaining  to  the  after  life 
When  spirits  seek  their  mansions  in  the  skies. 

These  keep  the  poor  world  back,  with  heavy  hearts, 
These  rituals  fostering  narrow  wordly  creeds, — 
When  kneeling,  or  observance  of  ALL  rites, 
Will  never  answer  here  for  spirit  needs. 

The  cross  is  great:  historic:  holy  too; 
As  mumbled  words  of  priest,  or  any  prayer: 
But  dogma  cannot  save,  nor  help  a  soul; 
It  must  repent  to  be  a  saved  one,  there. 

The  chants  of  holy  choirs  or  anthems  rise, 
Appealing  most  to  dear  ones  left  behind: 
A  soul  who  finds  its  misery  all  complete, 
May  never  be  uplifted  there  I  find. 

So  trust  no  mass  nor  priestly  robe  to  cleanse 
Your  soul  from  sin  nor  take  its  stain  away ; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  157 

But — live  instead,  your  blessings  here  complete, 
And  past  the  night's  allotment,  find  His  day! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ALL    THE    WAY 

To  give  and  receive  naught,  to  lend  nor  have  restored, — 

This  is  to  pass  a  rich  one  to  the  Lord. 

To  have  no  price  set  on  your  earthly  soul 

Which  you  must  pay  before  you  are  made  whole, 

This  is  to  fare  a  flowery  path  "out  there" 

Where  spirits  move,  but  leave  behind  their  care. 

To  work  for  God,  desire  to  serve  but  Him; 
To  spend  no  idle  hour,  in  seeking  Him; 
This  is  to  know  no  debt  unpaid,  unmet, 
Nor  any  *darkness  when  life's  sun  has  set. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

*( First  written  "hungering":  changed  by  W.  S.)    S.  S. 

SELF-HEROES 

Some  talk  of  wisdom  as  'twere  but  a  gem  in  some  poor  lap 
idary's  shop 

Which  could  be  bought  and  paid  for,  had  they  means. 

They  prate  about  their  own ;  convey  to  men  their  senses  delicate 
and  fine, 

Which  gold  has  never  bought, — and  when  they  kneel 

And  ask  their  God  for  peace  with  mumbled  prayers 

About  His  "all-wise  plan,"  there  is  not  one 

But  thinks  himself  a  god  all-wise,  all-understanding,  and 
all-good. 

Praters  of  wisdom,  what  know  ye  of  God's  eternal  plan? 
What  can  ye  know  who  strut  and  brag  fullsure 
You  can  conceive  no  greater  mind  than  yours, 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Which,  to  deceive  yourself,  you've  garlanded  a  thousand  times, 
Content  to  worship  at  your  own  self-shrine! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

POVERTY 

Poor  are  the  ones  who  think  themselves  all  sinless ; 
Poor  are  the  wastrel  souls,  unwont  to  pray. 
Poor  are  their  hearts  athrob  with  blood  but  lifeless; 
Poor  is  their  lamp  where  they  must  seek  for  day. 

Poor  are  the  lips  compressed — for  fear  of  loving ; 
Poor  are  the  lives  of  those  with  none  to  love ! 
Poor  is  the  harvest  which  earth's  men  have  gathered  : 
Poor  are  the  gifts  which  they  take  out,  above! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

GIVE  ME  ROOM 

Make  but  a  place  in  some  fair,  lowly  spot, 
Where  friends  commune ;  however  poor  my  lot 
I  will  contented  be  if  but  the  sea  roll  on  the  shore, 
And  break  upon  some  crag  anear  my  door. 

Give  me  a  cot  where  peace  and  love  doth  reign, 
Far  from  the  world  of  men  whose  strife  for  gain 
Corrodes  the  warm  heart's  blood,  which  ceases  soon  to  flow 
Where  marts  of  gold  hold  but  their  strife  and  woe. 

Give  me  but  room  to  toil  and  praise  and  love; 
Counting  my  store  complete  if  God's  true  stars  above 
Speak  to  both  mind  and  heart  a  message  of  His  care ! 
Give  me  on  earth  but  this,— I'll  find  God  anywhere. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ETERNAL    JOY 

In  the  Spring  my  heart  rejoices,  and  is  glad,  and  blithe  and  gay. 
Uufoldment  stirs;  the  inner  life  puts  forth  to  greet  the  day 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  159 

When,  newly  garbed,  and  cleanly  washed,  each  part  of  Nature's 

smile 
Is  querulous,  as  though  'twould  say :  "I've  only  slept  the  while !" 

In  Summertime  the  luscious  earth  gives  to  my  love  again 
Full  payment  for  its  cast-off  robe,  impoverishment,  or  pain. 
When  Nature  shows  me  HOW  to  love:  how  to  bring  forth 

my  joy. 

Oh,  the  wonder  of  earth's  riches  where  no  stint  and  no  alloy 
Can  bafflfe  hearts  that  would  receive,  or  minds  empowered  to 

give 
The  fullness  of  God's  blessings,  when  'tis  such  a  joy  to  live! 

But  in  Autumn  when  rich  harvests  have  been  gathered  from 

earth's  breast, 

And  her  lavish  yield  is  garnered  as  poor  wisdom  findeth  best, 
We  partake  of  the  rich  banquet  which  old  Mother  Earth  has 

spread 
For  her  children  who  must  hibernate  while  Jack  Frost  must 

call  them  "dead." 

When  every  soul  must  sleep  at  last,  as  every  leaf  must  fall — 
When  God  spreads  His  peaceful  mantle,  and  His  whiteness 

covers  all — 

All  must  share  His  joys  eternal  in  His  springtime,  all  awake, 
Who  has  given,  taken,  given  ALL,  all  for  His  children's  sake! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


WHEN  WILL*  JESUS  COME  TO  EARTH  AGAIN? 

When  the  land  lays  waste  and  its  men  are  passed 
Where  the  only  King  they  must  serve  at  last 
Is  the  One  Eternal  Living  God  who  calls  them  each  by  name 
And  asks  them  why  they  knew  Him  not  before  they  "died" 
and  came 


160  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

Unto  the  place  that  knows  them  not,  nor  can,  through  all  of 

time, 

But  henceforth  must  they  grieve  and  mourn 
Their  wasted  lives  of  crime, 

Until  once  more,  regenerate,  with  new  life  all  complete, 
They  lay  their  old  and  blasted  lives, 
With  tears,  at  Jesus'  feet. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FOOLED    AGAIN 

When  spirits  come  to  guide  and  help, 

They  work  through  hours  sometimes  in  pain 

That  you  may  benefit  and  hear, 

And  they  may  pay  their  way  again. 

There  is  no  mass  that  can  be  said 

To  rid  a  spirit  of  his  right 

Nor  is  there  any  prayer  avails 

To  free  a  spirit  of  its  night. 

Should  mortals  guess  all  that  is  here 

For  them  to  do,  for  each  to  pay, 

How  would  they  alter  e'en  their  thought 

That  sends  a  spirit  on  his  way. 

Should  you  come  hence  and  find  no  one 

To  waken  you  or  care  if  still 

Your  spirit  paid  and  paid  and  paid 

Until  it  had  a  broken  will, 

Then  shall  you  know  what  I  have  been 

Who  came  to  work  and  do  for  you, 

What  only  one  who  cares  can  do, 

Who  will  not  give  his  quarter  too. 

Now  you  can  go  I  think  today 

And  pack  your  things  and  do  your  work ; 

For  when  I  see  we  still  can  speak, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  161 

I  would  not  anything  you'd  shirk. 
But  you  will  be  here  for  some  time; 
There  is  no  use  to  pack  your  trunk : 
The  food  is  short  I  know  and  poor, 
But  all  that  matters — Is  soul  punk? 

This  is  so  poor  I  wish  that  you 
Would  place  it  in  the  waste  right  now. 
Sure  Shakespeare  must  have  written  out, 
To  munch  a  thing  like  this  I  vow. 
Place  your  dear  arm  about  me  here, 
And  keep  in  touch  throughout  the  day, 
Then  when  the  light  is  lit  tonight 
See  what  your  Shakespeare  has  to  say. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

NOTE:    Three  priests  and  a  minister  have  tried  to  rid  this 
one  of  this  spirit.    Names  to  be  found  in  records.     W.  S. 

THE  DOOR  AJAR 

Let  us  not  mourn  if  after  many  years 
Of  fond  association  we  must  part; 
But  thanking  God  for  all  the  memories 
We've  garnered,  and  still  treasure,  in  the  heart. 
Put  out  for  shores  invisible  with  trust 
That  the  Great  God  holds  in  His  Mighty  hand 
The  true  reward  for  services  well-done, 
And  that  we'll  meet  some  time  in  His  own  land. 

Let  us  not  weep  if  one  is  called  beyond 
The  while  the  other  must  work  out  his  sum 
Unfinished  yet  in  God's  arithmetic, 
Unsolved  'till  his  Maker  bids  him  come: 
But  in  the  heart  where  love  and  loving  keeps 
The  door  ajar  into  the  great  beyond, 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Review  each  day  the  loved  one's  covenant, 
Which  left  a  world  within  a  heart  so  fond. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

So  little  can  we  give,  if  we  give  all: 

For  One  who  gave  his  life  ALL  men  to  save, 

Died,  crucified,  that  never  sinner's  grave 

Should  be,  but  lifted  when  they  fall, 

Uplifting  hearts  and  minds  and  prayers  to  Him 

Who  sent  His  Son — to  prove  there  was  no  death,  — 

And  yet  men  pass  who  cry  again  for  breath 

With  which  to  praise  and  worship  the  same  God 

They  knew  not,  slaying,  cared  not  here  to  know, 

But  found  Him  past  a  mound  of  earth  and  sod! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

There  is  a  laud  where  dear  ones  go 

So  near,  so  near  to  this, 

A  hand  outstretched  will  touch  its  shore, 

A  call,  will  share  its  bliss. 

The  "dead"  have  passed,  but  are  not  gone: 

Unseen  they  wander  here, 

While  you  who  gaze  up  to  the  sky, 

Wonder,  and  sigh,  and  fear. 

There  are  no  dead — there  is  no  death — 

Oh  mortals  could  you  know 

That  when  ye  "die"  ye  wander  on 

The  same  earth-plane  below 

The  heaven  ye  think  to  soar  with  wings, 

A  harp  within  your  hand, 

When  "dying"  means  without  the  frame 

Ye  wander  on  earthland! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

POOR  FOOLS 

Can  man  "die"  a  death  that  will  en^  him  alway, 
Or  take  everything  the  God  gave 
Who  gave  him  his  life,  his  heart,  and  his  soul? 
Is  there  anything  then  God  would  save? 
When  the  Maker  intended  His  wonderful  gifts 
To  express  forth  His  image  as  man, 
Did  He  leave  out  Himself,  or  is  that  spark  Divine 
But  a  part  of  His  wonderful  plan? 
The  man  who  can  think  that  dying  ends  all, 
And  plan  for  no  future  with  God, 
Is  the  poorest  of  fools  with  a  God-given  mind, 
Whose  carcass  will  rot  in  the  sod. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  MYSTIC  SHRINE 

We  walk  through  life  as  in  a  maze — 
And  wrondering  where  it  ends; 
But  take  no  time  to  peer  or  search 
Apast  what  each  year  sends. 

We  look  on  high,  sometimes  we  kneel; 
Oft  take  God's  name  in  vain : 
Nor  think,  nor  care,  if  anywhere 
We  find  our  souls  again. 

Some  few,  attune,  who  learn  the  truth 
Through  poise  or  solitude, 
May  barely  dare  to  speak  of  it, 
Or  share  the  heavenly  food, 

Lest  those  who  think  the  world  "beyond" 
Is  some  far,  mystic,  shrine, 
And  laugh  and  scoff  at  miracles 
Less  than  water  turned  to  wine. 


164  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

The  worlds  are  one:  there  is  no  death: 
The  living  live  for  aye: 
There  is  no  pool  where  I  have  been, 
Where  sins  are  washed  away: 

There  is  no  change  that  "death"  can  bring 

Which  makes  an  evil  good. 

But  in  the  land  of  spirit-life 

Each  brings  but  what  they  would. 

There  is  no  mystery  in  "death," — 
No  change  is  made  through  "dying"; 
But  all  one  has  been,  one  still  is, 
And  mends  his  soul  through  trying. 

No  mystic  shrine,  no  wayside  fount, 
No  sacred  lights  that  burn, 
Can  change  a  "dead"  one  from  himself, 
Except  that  change  he  earn. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

PANGS   FORGOT 
People  say  we  are  not  human, 
When  we  come  to  spiritlands; 
But  the  nailprints  shown  to  Thomas, 
Were  they  not  in  Jesus'  hands? 
Was  He  spirit  when  He  showed  them  ? 
Was  He  raised  up  from  the  tomb? 
When  He  spoke  to  His  disciples, 
Gathered  there  within  that  room? 

When  we  speak  to  human  beings, 
Spirits  are  the  same  as  men. 
All  their  former  use  and  custom 
They  re-ply  and  use  again. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  165 

When  we  keep  our  loved  ones  honored, 
As  we  should  when  of  earth  life, 
Living  for  the  God  who  gave  them, 
Honored,  with  one  husband,  wife, — 

All  the  suffering  we  have  passed  here 
Keeps  us  still  confined  to  earth; 
But  we  speak  and  write  for  mortals 
Till  they  pass  to  spirit-birth. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

DEATHLESS 

Another  friend  has  passed.   "Gone  the  long  road 
"From  whence  no  traveler  returns,"  alas,  to  tell 
The  waiting  ones  who  sit  in  wonderment, 
And  wonder  with  the  lost  if  all  be  well. 
Another  soul  has  sped  the  well-worn  track; 
"Another  life  is  ended"— -(so  YOU  say)  : 
Yet,  you  are  Christian,  reading  all,  and  know 
The  Bible  tells  of  souls  who  passed  away, 
And  came  back,  even  as  did  He 
Who  died  not,  nor  COULD  die, 
Although  'tis  writ :  "He  died  to  set  all  free." 

The  deathless  One  must  live  within  men's  hearts; 
To  save  all  souls  from  "dying"  thus  He  will: 
The  only  death  that  touches  men  of  earth, 
Their  blighted  souls  doth  sin  here  parch  and  kill 
From  finer  sense  that  living  should  have  wrought, — 
The  everlasting  welfare  bought  through  Him. 
Alive,  each  spirit  wonders,  yea,  through  time, 
How  little  "deathless"  has  he  brought  with  him. 

Could  ye  but  see  the  deathless  as  they  pass 
Along  the  very  way  you  took  to-day, 


166  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

And  recognize,  though  bodiless,  they  live, 
And  verily  they  have  NOT  "passed  away." 
Could  they  but  know  you  welcomed  them  the  same, 
Extending  to  them  even  the  same  hands, 
How  different  would  be  the  spirit  lives, 
Of  those  who,  deathless,  live  in  spirit-lands. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FORGIVENESS 
To  look  into  men's  eyes  and  see  the  man  behind  them  shining 

through, 

Forgiving,  loving,  trusting  all,  as  we  are  taught  to  do,— 
The  God  in  each,  where  something  good  is  left,  and  found,  by 

One  who  scans, — 
This  is  divine  forgiveness,  then, — received  at  His  own  hands. 

To  look  beyond  as  soul  to  soul,  and  glimpse  the  truth  beyond 

life's  span, — 
To  mount  through  trust  the  silences,  which  echo  Wisdom's 

righteous  plan, — 
Thus  shall  all  meet  in  the  same  plane,  and  know  that  "all  He 

made  was  good": 
God's  kingdom   on  the  earth  is  come — for  each   by  each  is 

understood. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  TOWERS  BEYOND 
"Beyond,"  is  a  land  allied  close  to  this 
Which  spirits  inhabit  who  pass 
From  the  earth  with  their  sins  unforgiven, — 
Borne  down  by  their  crosses,  alas. 

"Beyond"  is  so  near  it  is  truly  right  here, — 
But  the  change  of  a  breath  takes  you  there; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  167 

Where  world-creatures  blind  fear  to  seek  lest  they  find 
Some  ghost  which  will  add  to  their  care. 

Beyond  the  "beyond"  there  are  worlds,  yes,  and  worlds, 

Where  never  a  sinner  may  fare. 

But  bound  to  the  earth  are  they  in  new  birth 

Till  they  leave  all  their  lust  and  sin  there. 

To  visit  our  worlds  from  our  realm  JUST  beyond, 
(Or,  out  of  the  earth-hide,  to  this) 
Not  one  is  permitted  whom  I  have  yet  seen, 
Nor  shall  they  partake  of  such  bliss 

As  the  One  whose  great  plan  made  the  spirit  of  man 
And  gave  earth  His  Son  through  His  love. 
So  we  know  where  we  go  in  poor  poverty's  show, 
What  were  riches  of  Love  in  earth's  span! 

Beyond  the  beyond — is  the  secret  of  Him 
Who  has  made,  kept,  and  loves,  His  own  spark: 
But  between  the  beyond,  where  the  earth-spirits  roarn, 
There  is  darkness  past  all  of  earth's  dark. 

Then  a  place  worse  than  earth  a  spirit  CAN  know, — 
And  all  must  pass  through  this  abyss; 
Where  for  sins  they  atone  before  the  God  alone, 
Till  His  word  gives  them  rest  such  as  this: 

To  come  back  to  the  earth  and  atone  for  their  pasts; 
To  undo  in  some  life,  as  they  can, 
Affliction,  or  curse,  or  crime,  or  rehearse 
To   the   blind-of-the-earth   Spirit's  plan. 

'Twas  for  this  I  came  back;  to  repay  all  my  lack; 
And  restore,  with  God's  help  even  one, 
So  dumb,  deaf,  or  blind,  they  were  lost,  nor  could  find 
A  Helper  at  last  life  were  done. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


168  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

WHEN  YE  GO  HENCE 
There  is  no  home  awaiting  you, 
Oh  pilgrim  of  this  sphere, 
When  ye  depart  and  go  out  hence, 
Except  ye  knew  it  here. 
There  is  no  hell  but  what  ye  take — 
But  punishment  'tis  true 
Awaits  each  act,  each  thought  you  had, 
And  all  you  failed  to  do. 
There  is  no  time  in  spirit-land; 
Eternity  is  aye, 

The  little  span  we  knew  as  "life" 
Doth   seem   but   as   a   day. 
We  travel  here  wher'er  we  will 
(When  we  are  taught  to  go) 
And  'cross  the  breadth  of  the  earthland 
In  several  minutes,  lo! 
But  there  is  much  we  dare  not  tell, — 
("Ye  cannot  bear  it  now") 
When  ye  shall  come  'tis  time  enough. 
GOD  IS:  this  much  allow. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

When  mortals'  eyes  blind  to  the  Light 
Lift  up  their  closed  eyelids  veiled, — 
When  mortals'  pockets  stuffed  and  filled 
Yield  all  their  craving,  naught  has  failed !  ( ?) 
When  mortals  come  where  sight  includes 
A  cleared,  true  vision  of  themselves, 
Will  they  not  wish  their  reasoning  powers 
Adjusted  where  man  digs  and  delves 
For  gold  he  lays  down  evermore, 
Unless,  illgot,  it  burdens  him. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  169 

Will  they  not  see  when  blind  indeed, 

A  spirit  sees  himself  so  grim! 

Will  they  laugh  then,  when  they  return 

And  beg  you  listen  to  the  "dead" 

Who  walked  the  earth  where  now  they  roam 

With  spirit  all  unslaked,  unfed? 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  WORDS  INSPIRED 

When  Gabriel  with  his  trumpet  comes 
To  wake  the  sleeping  "dead," 
Who  will  he  find  beneath  the  sod 
With  gravestones  at  the  head? 

Since  I  am  here  and  am  not  there, 
I  know  that  none  shall  rise; 
And  that  no  judgment  day  puts  off 
Re-birth  to  spirit  skies! 

What  can  men  find  in  words  inspired 
To  keep  their  souls  for  God, 
If  they  must  sleep  the  aeons  through 
"Dead,"  underneath  the  sod? 

The  words  of  many  a  prophet  true 
Are  more  inspired  than  these ; 
Yet  those  who  choose  their  Bible-folk 
Select  the  ones  which  please. 

And  those  who  take  men  at  their  word, 
Are  suited  with  the  horn 
That  waits  until  some  far-off  time 
To  wake  them  up  "new-born." 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

THE  ONLY  WAY 

When  "death"  has  flung  the  clay  aside 

The  spirit  used  while  in  life's  school, 

It  views  the  mechanism  then 

As  God's  most  wondrous  tool. 

It  sees,  it  knows,  what  His  intent, 

(When  last  a  spirit  sees) 

By  making  it  His  instrument, 

To  do  as  it  should  please. 

Then,  wlfp  it  sees  its  wasted  span, 

The  useless  tool  unkeen, — 

A  spirit  knows  its  lifeless  cast 

A  dullard,   ingrate  mean! 


DESTINY 

O,  clouds  of  witnesses  unseen  by  mortal's  eyes, 
Sent  here  to  earth  to  guide,  and  to  inspire, 
While  man  works  out  his  span,  and  foreordained 
Believes  a  God  hath  seen  his  life  entire,  — 

Could  I  protect  you  in  your  mortal  frame 
From  those  who  can  still  harm,  and  injure  too, 
What  would  I  not  give,  had  I  aught  to  give, 
Except  a  warning  which  may  not  reach  you ! 

You  are  your  own,  and  sovereign  of  your  will: 
Ay,  this  is  true  in  measure,  yet  not  true: 
For  never  on  the  earth  are  you  alone, 
But  many  see,  and  hear,  all  that  ye  do ! 

There  is  no  help  that  you  can  have  from  these, 
Surpassing  that  one  divine  prayer  can  give; 
There  is  no  guidance,  hindrance,  in  their  power, 
Overreaching  where  Almighty  God  doth  live 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

Within  the  daily  haunts  and  thoughts  of  man : 
And  nothing  but  himself  can  do  him  harm : 
As  liveth,  he  attracts  the  good,  or  ill, — 
"Dying"  shall  or  shall  not  shelter  'neath  His  arm. 

The  good  men  do  lives  as  lives  memory ; 
Undying  as  the  soul  which  He  has  given ; 
Evil  is  cursed  the  while  earth  it  inhabits, 
Remaining  to  debauch  its  own  in  heaven. 

THY  MOUTH  IS  A  ROSE    (Song-words) 
Thy  mouth  is  a  rose,  the  morn's  zephyr  knows, 
As  it  brushes  thy  stem,  and  kisses  thy  hem, 
As  it  blows, — as  it  blows; 

And  the  bee  has  known  never  rose  sweeter  than  this, 
As  it  dipped  for  its  honey— to  kiss,  and  to  kiss! 

Thy  mouth  is  a  rose!    Thy  sweet  mouth  is  a  rose! 

Made  for  lovers  and  loving  the  love-god  bestows! 

And  I  wonder  and  ponder  its  pretty  pink  leaves, 

While  my  heart  sighs  in  longing,  and  grieves,  and  grieves! 

For  I  know  of  no  rose-bud  more  luring  than  this, — 

Thy  mouth  is  a  rose — made  to  kiss — and  to  kiss! 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

A  HYMN  OF  LOVE 

Lift  up  the  pall,  and  thrust  aside  the  veil,— 
God's  life  is  ONE,  though  mortals  grieve  and  wail 
For  those  called  "dead"  whom  they  lay  in  the  tomb, 
God's  life  is  ONE!    No  seed  within  the  womb 
Has  ever  "died" !    Or  ever  passed  away ! 
God's  worlds  are  one!  These  walk  on  earth  to-day! 

Go  where  you  will,  but  passing  must  you  be 
God's  own  life  still!   Alive  eternally! 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Pay  ye  no  heed,  but  traverse  your  own  way, 
Soon  shall  ye  know ;  alas,  too,  must  ye  pay 
As  I  have  paid,  for  doubts,  and  all  distrust ; 
All  sin;  all  crime;  all  Godlessness,  and  lust! 
Take,  then,  from  me,  whose  name  mortals  revere, 
Through  centuries,  holding  my  work  most  dear, 
What  makes  for  fame,  or  immortality 
Here  on  the  earth,  with  God  shall  censored  be! 
All  ye  call  fame,  within  was  putrid  rot. 
That  one  so  rich,  should  have  his  God  forgot ! 

Pass  Shakespeare  by.     And  pay  him  little  heed. 
Love  the  Great  God,  who  sees  your  every  need ! 
Fame,  is  a  name;  but  God  your  Maker  love 
Better  than  love-god !    Thy  God,  is  ALL,  above. 

THE  VOID 

Some  say  we  pass  into  the  void 
Where  never  traveler   returns; 
While  others  know  souls  go  to  hell 
Unless  a  candle  for  them  burns. 
But  I  who  come  to  cheer  these  two 
Can  say  that  neither  one  is  true: 
For  I  am  here  who  was  laid  low 
More  than  three  hundred  years  ago, 
And  speak  with  some  authority 
As  one  who  "died"  you  must  agree. 

The  void  is  great,  make  no  mistake. 
It  separates  because  you  will. 
A  candle  burns  for  the  soul's  sake 
The  while  it  helps  you  plant  and  till. 
The  void  is  in  your  soul  too  small 
To  grasp  the  Maker's  divine  plan 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  173 

Who  gave  a  part  undying  as 
The  spirit  in  the  clay  of  man. 

The  void,  the  void  you  could  avoid, 
Were  you  like  her  who  holds  my  pen 
And  grasps  the  God  within  and  holds 
Aloof  from  sinning  and  from  sin. 
The  earth  and  "heaven"  and  life  and  "death" 
Are  one,  except  there  is  no  breath. 
No  body  flesh,  yet  all  the  same ! 
Receive  us  then,  in  Jesus'  name. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


INTO 

OUT    OF    THE    VAST    BEYOND 

Into  the  vast  beyond  we  go,  at  last  our  lives  are  done, 
Where  mortals  pay  for  every  sin,  ay,  pay  for  every  one. 
No  Judge  they  see,  except  the  one  brought  there  to  judge 

their  fate: 

The  conscience  of  the  inner-man,  alas,  awakened  late. 
There  is  no  court,  no  jury,  there :  each  tries  their  case  supreme : 
When  waking  on  eternal  shores  they  find  life  is  no  dream, 
But  stern,  and  very  stern,  the  past,  all  writ,  and  looking  down 
The  face  of  deeds  which  they  must  own:  no  judge,  no  home, 

no  crown. 

Out  of  the  vast  beyond  we  come,  to  save  men  from  our  fate, — 
That  they  may  take  another  path,  and  wake  before  too  late 
The  death  knell  sounds  no  peal  of  hope,  but  clang  of  loss 

instead, 
Where  living  souls  with  deeds  alive  make  up  the  so-called 

"dead." 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


174  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

LIVING  AND   DEAD 

WE  march  in  wide  battalions 
Led  by  the  hosts  of  God: 
WE  march  footsore,  and  weary 
Of   troubles   on  earth's   sod! 

We  live  and  see  and  think  and  feel 
The   same  as  all  earth's   men. 
In  fact  we  hear  and  see  much  more 
Then  ye  poor  mortals  ken! 

For  all  our  trials,  the  heaping  brim 
Is  being  thought  so  far, 
When  just  as  thev  are  we  today, 
And  on  the  same  poor  star. 

We  know  you  as  another  race: 
And  we,  without  our  bones, 
Walk  right  beside  you  everywhere, 
Nor  lie  beneath  gravestones. 

Is  there  no  hope.    I  speak  for  all. 
All  cannot  speak  as  I. 
Is  there  NO  hope  that  ye  will  speak 
To  men  after  they  "die"? 

I  put  the  question  for  all  souls 

In  rivers  streaming  by, 

While  mortals  will  but  think  on  them 

In  some  far  "heaven"  sky! 

The  one  who  writes  knows  I  am  here ; 
Knows  full  well  it  is  I. 
ALL  mortals  are  in  touch  with  us, 
And  could  HEAR,  would  they  TRY. 
No  "teaching"  can  bring  this  to  men, 
But  purpose  true  and  high. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  175 

No  yearning  goes  unsatisfied 
For  those  who  pass,  or  udie." 

That  yearning  brings  them  to  your  side, 
Or,  causes  it  to  be. 
There  is  no  world  for  most  of  us, 
Except  the  one  ye  see. 

W.  S.    In  the  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

"The  "dead"  sleep  aye" — men  say:  "nor  stir  nor  moan"; 

And  this  is  true  for  one  cause,  one  alone: 

The  "dead"  are  living,  while  the  living  die — 

And  with  their  blinded  eyes  look  not  on  High. 

The  "dead"  sleep  nevermore,  but  walk  the  earth 

And  look  men  in  the  eyes  from  their  new  birth, 

All  wondering  their  touch,  their  words,  brings  them  no  sign 

Nor  hope  to  save  the  rest  from  fates  like  theirs,  and  mine. 

When  mortals  will  awake  and  give  some  sign 

That  from  the  "dead"  they  mourn  they  seek  some  line 

By  which  their  riven  hearts  can  mended  be, 

Some  hope  for  all  earth's  men  to  find  Divinity. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SACRIFICE 

Years  of  toil  make  a  female  something  kin  to  horse 
Which  pulls  the  load  both  to  and  from  the  field. 
A  woman's  tender  hands  God  made  for  ministering, 
And  all  a  woman's  love  can  only  yield. 
But  when  her  back  is  fitted  for  the  burden, 
Uncomplaining  as  an  ox  she  pulls  and  hauls: 
The  women  in  my  time  were  made  for  service 
But  where  a  woman  fits,  Shakespeare  recalls. 

The  world  will  never  count  its  wartime  blessings, 
Rehearsing  o'er  its  faithful,  willing  sacrifical  ones, 


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But  it  will  measure  up  nobility  of  women 

Who  helped  the  world  victorious  'gainst  the  Huns. 

W.  S.  In  the  spirit  (Through  S.  8.) 

GOD'S    MILL 

Unto  the  grist  of  Life  we  carry 
Every  deed,  both  great  and  small : 
Rich  the  harvest,  barren,  sterile, 
Must  we  bring  it  at  God's  call. 

All  the  good  is  stored  and  counted : 
Records  with  sins  foul  and  black : 
Grain  from  chaff  is  separated, 
Where  God  sends  the  spirit  back 

More  to  bring,  and  more  to  carry, 
Less  to  save  and  less  to  keep, 
Less  to  seem  and  less  to  murmur, 
More  to  pray,  and  more  to  weep ! 

To  God's  mill  throughout  the  ages, 
Spirit-grist  of  earth  men  bring. 
Counted  rich  is  that  possessor 
Bidden  where  the  angels  sing. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN  GOODNESS  FAILS 

("Advice  to  Sarah  Shatford,  from  one  who  loves  her  well") 
When  goodness  fails  to  keep  a  friend, 
And  money  will  not  buy, — 
The  old  saw  which  I  used  comes  in : 
"Fools  live  until  they  die/' 

When  goodness  fails,  sin  has  its  way; 
A  miracle  but  God  can  work. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  177 

Across  the  Infinite's  own  field, 
No  foot  may  fall  of  any  shirk. 

There  is  no  path  for  sinners  there, 
Until  they  leave  their  sin  behind. 
Where  One  has  bled  and  died  to  save, 
There  is  not  one  of  sinful  mind. 

Take  up  no  soldiering  but  his  cross, 
Take  up  no  work  but  in  His  field. 
Where  Satan  finds  nothing  to  do, 
A  harvest  rich  will  Jesus  yield. 


I  WOULD  THAT  GOD  WOULD  GIVE 
These  are  the  things  I  would  that  God  would  give : 
Power  to  uplift  all  men,  and  help  them  live. 
Strength  for  the  duty  which  I  find  is  mine. 
Help,  and  reliance  on  a  power,  Divine. 
Grace  for  the  hour  when  life  at  last  is  done: 
Love's  holy  attributes  submerged  in  One. 

NOTE  :     "W.  S.  has  tried  to  uplift  your  mind,  and  you  will 
find  in  the  above  all  that  is  needful." 

PEACE 

Above  and  beyond  earth's  warfare  and  loss, 
Beyond  crucifixion,  apast  every  cross, 
Is  a  portal  wide-open,  where  all  may  go  in 
Who  have  laid  down  their  burdens,  their  lusts  and  their  sin. 

Beyond  and  above  where  no  loss  can  occur, 

Past  cannon  and  shell  and  sad  battle's  whir, 

Is  a  door  ye  may  enter  this  day,  if  ye  will, 

Where  is  Peace  king  nor  cannon  nor  greed  cannot  kill! 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Every  hand  holds  its  wealth  from  the  Giver,— 

E'en  filled  with  His  treasures  divine. 

Every  heart  holds  its  message  delivered 

By  instruments ;  birds,  flowers,  song,  women,  or  wine.* 

Ever  are  harmonies  winging,  making,  or  marring  at  will; 

Jarring,  discordant,  and  off  key,  some,  less  gifted  with  skill. 

Faulty  the  instrument,  maybe,— possibly  only  a  string; 

Still  must  the  heart  with  God  be  attune, 

Of  the  singer  who  tries  to  sing. 

Beach  out  your  hand  for  His  treasure ; 
Look  in  your  heart  for  the  key — 
Singer  or  plodder  or  scholar, 
Mighty  His  vast  treasury. 

*Wine  has  been  an  instrument  of  the  Nazarene,  through 
which  he  taught  the  lesson  of  provision.  W.  S. 

Since  this  one  questions  my  authority,  I  will  say  I  ani 
authorized  to  use  her  as  an  instrument  to  play  His  music. 
And  I  sing  no  other  now.  W.  S. 

WOMAN :   A  TRIBUTE 

(From  W.  S.   In  the  spirit) 
There  is  no  gift  commensurate  with  woman: 
There  is  no  balm  comparable  with  love. 
There  is  no  place  I  know  a  fairer  heaven 
Than  where  she  is,  if  that  be  here,  above, 

Or  in  some  place  where  isolation  snareth ; 
A  woman's  smile  and  charm  doth  change  it  all : 
And  makes  a  vaster  happiness  for  creatures, 
^      Than  anything  on  earth  since  Adam's  fall! 

A  woman  of  rare  worth,  is  God's  creation. 
Of  Him  she  claims  a  part,  each  day  renewed. 
And  from  His  great,  mysterious  heart,  He  welded 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  179 

Her  heart,  and  but  a  lesser-nature  hewed. 
And  when  He  saw  His  gentleness  completed, 
This  work  of  His,  the  Master  Artist's  hand, 
He  folded  up  His  tools,  and  said,  "  'Tis  finished ; 
I've  made  one  thing  all-perfected  for  the  land !" 

UNIVERSAL  SUFFRAGE 

When  womenkind  take  up  the  spade  and  plow, 
And  till  and  reap  the  fields,  and  take  up  arms, 
There's  wisdom  in  old  England's  parliament 
In  giving  suffrance,  stilling  its  alarms ! 

When  peace  is  come  and  men  come  home  again 
To  live  beside  their  own  as  equal  mates, — 
Some  future  generations  may  allow 
The  war  solved  women's  status,  not  the  fates! 

If  men  were  made  of  metal  just  as  fine, 
And  carried  in  their  hearts  one  image  true, 
And  loyal,  moral,  sane,  as  womankind, 
The  courts  of  Justice  would  have  less  to  do ! 

When  men  take  up  the  cudgels  for  their  own, 
And  reverence  their  own  wives,  Mothers,  too, — 
The  earth  will  banish  hell,  its  heaven  found, 
And  souls  departed  will  have  less  to  rue! 

The  world  has  come  to  know  its  women's  worth ! 
Whose  sons  have  bled  and  died  to  keep  it  free 
From  tyrants  who  would  rule  all  human's  souls, 
And  stamp  on  them  their  trade-mark :  "Germany" ! 

The  fallen  spires  of  old  cathedrals  fame 
Can  never  rise  again  proclaiming  God; 
But  mightier  than  the  steeples  of  the  world, 
The  voiceless  heroes  under  freedom's  sod ! 


180  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

When  devastation's  ruler  meets  his  due 

Where  souls  are  bowed  by  crimes  they  caused  to  be, 

Will  his  soul's  devastation  be  complete, 

In  exile  from  his  God — nor  crowned,  nor  free. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  VICAR'S  PEACE 
He  sits  upon  a  papal  throne 
And  rules  in  Jesus'  name 
Who  never  followed  in  His  steps, 
Nor  pope,  since  Peter  came, 
Relied  upon  his  Lord  alone, 
And  passed  along  the  way 
The  leprous,  money-changers,  sought, 
And  seek  until  today, 
Where  no  one  drives  them  forth  to  work 
Nor  heals  the  putrient  sore, 
Nor  devils  cast  from  those  beset, 
Nor  "Go,  and  sin  no  more" 
To  those  who  needed  but  His  word 
To  cleanse  and  make  them  whole; 
And  yet,  the  pope  His  vicar  is? 
And  could  save  (?)  every  soul! 

If  popes  had  followed  where  He  led, 

His  miracles,  perhaps,  they'd  do ; 

To  plead  for  peace  he  would  not  need, 

Just  "Peace!  Be  still!"  would  do. 

Where  is  the  man  who's  following  Christ, 

And  sits  upon  a  throne? 

Whose  ring  and  foot  the  poor  may  kiss. 

If  gold  their  sins  atone? 

Where  is  the  one  who  claims  His  seat 

Who  sits  not  in  the  dust, 

Who  calculates  but  with  his  God, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  181 

And  but  in  Him  doth  trust? 

Where  are  the  twelve  who  do  His  works, 

And  heal,  as  He,  the  blind? 

Then  should  the  world  not  be  renewed, 

When  Twelve  no  man  could  find? 

Where  can  the  world  find  peace  at  last, 

When  mortal  life  is  done, 

If  Jesus  hung  upon  the  cross, 

And  God  gave  up  His  Son 

To  show  the  world  He  had  not  "died," 

And  life  meant  more  than  earth 

Could  give,  or  take, — and  but  their  God 

Could  plan  the  spiritbirth! 

If  mortals  trust  not  in  their  God 

When  life  is  done,  and  last  is  peace, 

What  can  be  done  by  papal  pleas 

To  foster  their  release! 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

When  wars  no  longer  drag  men  into  graves, 
Nor  fix  their  stony  glare  upon  His  skies 
All  canopied  with  stars  and  crested  o'er, — 
Nor,  under  sod  He  gave  to  bless,  no  soldier  lies, — 
Oh  then  will  Christ  upon  the  earth  appear 
To  offer  to  each  creature  here  His  hand, 
And  nevermore  will  cannonshot  or  shell 
Be  heard  to  mar  the  music  of  Earthland. 

When  soldiers  have  no  need  of  guns  or  bayonets, 
And  lilied  fields  are  given  o'er  to  grain, 
When  countries  know  no  severing,  snarling  wolves, 
To  snatch  their  lands  and  give  them  back  again. — 
When  nations  are  not  torn  and  split  at  will, 
To  please  some  king  who  sits  upon  a  throne, 


182  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Then  will  the  longed  for  Paradise  be  here, 
Where  each  man's  soul  belongs  to  God  alone ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

LOST  AND  WON 

To  save  the  world  at  last,  then,  has  it  come, 
To  keep  the  land  a  Kingdom,  His  footstool, 

To  foster  sons  to  till  its  sacred  soil, 
None  to  be  ruled  by,  taken  for,  a  fool! 

This  is  the  cause  for  which  men  die  to-day, 
Such  is  a  patriot's  burning,  noble  cause, 

For  freedom  of  their  country's  sons  to  be, 
For  justice  of  their  country's  humane  laws ! 

Oh,  keep  within  our  hearts  such  yearning  flame, 
Spare  every  son  such  honored  memory, 

That,  though  their  fathers bled  and  died,  they  won 

And  saved  the  earth  for  them  and  liberty! 

May  8th,  '17,  N.  Y.  W.  S. 

AS  IT  IS  WRIT 
When  peace  at  last  reclaims  the  world, 

And  from  the  clotted  dust  a  new  man  lifts  his  head, 
To  see  above  the  blazing  sun  has  wakened 

Life  in  all  the  dead, 
What  would  he  give  to  see  his  kind  return 

As  Springtime  greens  the  sod, 
What  will  he  give  his  native  land 

That  should  o'erheal  its  blasted  God. 

Sent  out  by  cannon  shot  and  shell  adrift 

Through  time  to  wander  on, 
All  lacerated,  maimed  and  torn, 

And  bound  by  hatred,  earthward  drawii. 
They  carry  still  their  warring  selves, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  183 

Remote  from  graves  and  blood-soaked  fields, 
While  seeking  all  they  cannot  find, 
Find  in  themselves  what  warfare  yields ! 

To  speak  of  peace, — they  think  one  mad 

To  urge  men  on  to  love  each  other; — 
But  madmen  slay  and  rape  and  loot, 

"And  without  cause,  each  hates  his  brother, — 
Oh,  what  a  travesty  of  life  where  "death" 

If  all  its  forms  hold  sway! 
Oh,  what  a  mockery  after  all,  is  life 

Such  as  men  choose  to-day ! 

We  have  no  trust,  no  hope  serene; 

We  have  no  choice  but  to  obey; — 
Our  Country  sends  our  Souls  to  God, 

Whose  Own  Command,  "Thou  shalt  not"  slay, 
It  cancels  from  the  Law  Divine 

And  writes  its  own  to  suit  the  day. 

But  where  no  law  can  be  expunged, 

Nor  misconstrued  to  fit  the  deed, — 
The  "killed"  shall  know  who  could  not  kill, 

How  hopeless,  there,  their  brother's  need ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

N.  Y.,  May  15th,  1917 


ANSWERED 

When  the  world  is  bare  of  its  youths  and  men, 

Who  must  father  here  the  race, 
And  the  earth  is  soaked  with  woman's  tears, 

Who  fill  a  barren  place, 
Will  the  world  then  see  what  it  has  not  seen 

Till  the  race  of  men  were  "dead," 


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Who,  for  greed  and  power  laid  down  their  lives, 
Or  were  to  cannon  fed? 

When  the  world  no  more  can  give  men  hence 

To  a  "field  of  honor"  slain, 
Will  the  raging  hatred  cease  for  aye, 

And  soothed  be  all  Earth's  pain? 
Will  the  power  to  rise  and  find  one's  God, 

Unhampered  by  world-laws, 
Be  given  those  who  are  left  behind 

By  those  passed  for  this  cause? 

Will  they  "take  the  sword"  to  war  again, 

As  beasts  to  bleed  and  "die," 
If  their  own  can  reach  them  from  "beyond," 

From  their  near  Spirit-Sky? 
Will  streaming  eyes  then  look  in  vain 

To  see  their  own  dear  "dead," 
Who  are  living  still  with  their  warring  hearts, 

And  by  hatred  still  are  fed? 

You  ask  me  these?   Then  I  make  reply. 

And  my  answer  is  just  this: 
There  is  no  cause  for  murder  just, 

Even  a  traitor's  kiss, 
And  there  is  no  "death"  that  solves  on  high 

A  broken  law  of  God, 
That  lays  men  low  by  murderous  deeds, 

And  depopulates  His  sod! 

They  will  find  no  land  where  they  may  go, 

And  no  judgment  at  the  bar, 
But  the  land  where  the  Law  breakers  prevail 

Where  judged  all  the  lost  ones  are! 
They  will  wake,  Oh  yes,  they  will  never  sleep, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  185 

And  will  hear  Earth's  every  groan 
Which  the  bleeding  world  flings  back  at  them 
Where  the  lost  their  wrongs  bemoan ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
N.Y.,  May  17th,  1917 


THE  WAKEFUL  DEAD 

Asleep  the  heroes  lie  on  plain,  hillside,  and  field. 

Where  women  toil  and  cattle  graze,  another  harvest  yield 

Will  soon  bring  forth  to  feed  their  kind 

Where  love's  sceptre  shall  wield 

HER  power  for  mankind's  lasting  good;  the  peace  the  world 

has  craved 

Since  Jesus  gave  His  life  for  this,  believing  He  had  saved 
All  men  who  now  in  hero's  graves  lie  murdered  for  this  cause  : 
That  'gainst  the  Lord  they  would  rebel,  and  fight  His  sacred 

laws. 

"The  dead  sleep  well,"  the  living  say,  left  in  a  bleeding  world  : 
The  dead  sleep?  NAY!  to  these  I  say,  from  HERE  to  THERE 

are   hurled 

The  souls  of  those  whose  bodies  lie  beneath  in  torturous  main, 
Hovering  about  in  wakefulness,  with  dreams  of  slaughtered, 

slain, 

And  burst  of  shell  and  cannon-shout,  and  hell-fire  raining  mad, 
And  all  that  caused  their  wakefulness,  the  false  dream  which 

they  had, 
That  by  recourse  to  barbarous  ways  the  peace  of  earth  could 


The  wakeful  dead  sleep  nevermore:  with  vision  cleared,  they 
SEE. 

\Y.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


186  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

"LOOK  AT  BELGIUM...." 

Shall  the  Allies  firing  cease? 
Can  the  world  with  Huns  make  peace? 
"Look  at  Belgium    .     .    ." 

Shall  we  march  with  one  accord 
'Gainst  murderers  who  claim  the  Lord  ? 
"Look  at  Belgium    .     .     ." 

Must  the  Germans  sire  the  race 
Who  fling  defiance  in  God's  face? 
"Look  at  Belgium    .     .    ." 

"ONWARD  WITH  HIM:"  thus  they  cry, 
While  His  nuns  and  children   die! 
"Look  at  Belgium     .     .     ." 

Onward  soldiers  to  the  fight! 
Almighty  God  is  with  the  right. 
"Look  at  Belgium    .     .     ." 

His  world  shall  crumble,  men  be  dust? 
HALT !  NEVER !  Aye  IN  GOD  WE  TRUST : 
Behold  Belgium. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  25th,  >18 


A  LASTING  PEACE 

When  peace  shall  mean  true  brotherlove 
The  Prince  of  Peace  brought  from  above 
Shall   Christliness   claim   then   rebirth : 
The  God  of  Love  will  rule  the  earth. 

When  "shalt  not  steal,"  and  "shalt  not  kill," 
More  than  the  good  Book's  pages  fill, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  187 

And  Nations  heed  but  God's  command, 
Nor  armies  fall  nor  armies  stand 

To  rule  the  Ruler's  universe : 
To  call  His  name  but  be  His  curse. 
To  own  a  place  but  in  His  Son 
Means  "lasting"  Peace  for  everyone. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  WARS  OF  THE  WORLD 

Fought  by  earth's  armies  on  the  battlefield 
For  some  small  part,  a  scrap  of  land  to  own, 
Hundreds  of  millions  marching  into  LIFE, 
Where  what  they  bring  is  theirs,  and  theirs  alone. 

Fighting  these  battles  each  wins  for  himself 
A  mark  of  glory  where  is  no  reknown. 
Foiled  is  the  traitor  as  each  soul  reclaims 
Part  of  Himself  God  saves  to  be  His  own. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SHALL  THE  WAR  WORK  THE  MIRACLE  OF  CHRIST 
If  He  has  passed  and  men  think  not 
His  Holy  spirit  is  on  High, 
Shall  this  war  work  a  miracle, 
And  prove  that  spirit  cannot  die? 

WThen  half  the  earth's  have  passed,  or  "died," 
And  peace  has  spread  her  wing  at  length 
Across  the  world,  and  on.  her  breast 
The  living  find  in  union  strength, 

Shall  Christ  appear  and  save  the  land 
From   selfish   worship  of  men's  plans, 


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Or  does  the  miracle  indeed 
Belong  to  God,  rest  in  His  hands? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Oct.  23rd,  1917. 

"PEACE,  BE  STILL     .     .      » 

Xmas,  1917 

O  see  this  blood-soaked  stained  earth 
Befouled  with  crime  at  king's  portent, 
Smeared  o'er  with  slime  and  brother's  gore, — 
No  harmony  as  Thou  hast  meant, — 
And   lift   men's   hearts   to   keep    Thee   near, 
And  Father  them,  and  save  them  yet, — 
And  reach  forth  Thine  Almighty  hand 
That  nevermore  shall  they  forget 
That  Thou  art  God,  their  God  Supreme, 
Their   Sovereign,   yea,   their  Divine  will. 
'Gainst  godlessness  but  raise  Thy  voice! 

"GOOD-WILL    TOWARDS    ALL:     PEACE,     PEACE     BE 
STILL." 

W.  S.   In   spirit 

NOTE  :  Through  S.  S.  his  only  instrument.  I  cannot  express 
this  too  often,  as  I  have  never  used  another  mortal  to  speak 
through.  W.  S. 

Dec.,  1917. 

THE  JEWS  RESTORED 
Flocking  towards  home  as  birds  who  seek  a  heavenly  place 

of  rest, 
The  Jews,  restored  their  Holy  Land!  Indeed  "God  knoweth 

best." 
Sent  forth  to  wander,  homeless,  these,  through  centuries  of 

Thine, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

Thy  hand  hath  led  them  through  all  strife,  back  to  their  land 

Divine. 
The   Star  that  shone  o'er  Bethlehem,   shines   still  for  Jews 

aroam. 
The  Christian's  Christ  proclaims  their  right,  as  England  leads 

them  Home! 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Dec.  16th,  1917. 

"THE  INVISIBLE  FOE" 

(To  Allan  Seeger,  who  fell  with  the  French  armies  mortally 
wounded,  but  who  took  his  life  by  a  bullet  tired  by  his  own 

hand.  W.  S.) 

Within  each  man  lurks  the  most  dangerous  foe:— 
The  force  to  drive  him  on  a  murderer's  way. 
Unseen,  the  enemy  doth  hide  in  wait, 
And  urgeth  on  to  end  a  fellow's  day. 

With  fancied  glory  doth  he  whisper  of  the  valour, 
Which  to  murder  must  he  need; 
And  stanching  every  pulsethrob  that  doth  beat 
Upbraiding  crime,  he  fairly  does  the  deed. 

The  foe  invisible,  who  is  HIMSELF,  at  last, 
He  meets  upon  the  shore  where  spirits  dwell; 
No  longer  the  unseen,  he  meets  his  foe, 
And  knows  together  they  did  make  his  hell. 

Now  what  has  he  of  valourous  deeds  to  show : 
Deluded  spendthrift  of  another's  life! 
Some  paltry  words  inciting  men  to  kill, 
Enamoured  of  war's  crime,  and  lothesome  strife? 

What  shall  he  do  to  undo  all  he  did? 

How  shall  he  pay  who  broke  the  law  of  God? 


SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

Can  he  return  the  lives  he  took,  or  give 

Their  souls  back  to  their  bodies  "neath  the  sod? 

Or,  shall  he  blame  the  foe  he  could  not  see, 
Nor  understand  he  carried  in  his  breast, 
For  the  last  self-inflicted  wound  he  made, 
Through  which  he  hoped  to  find  a  hero's  rest? 

Lurks  there  within  each  man  the  selfsame  foe, 
O'erriding  all  God  meant  should  bless  life's  span; 
And  crushed  must  this  foe  be  before  the  end, 
If  there  awaits  a  Paradise  for  man. 

I  speak  as  one  who  had  another  foe 
Invisibly  hidden  as  he  thought; 
And  though  he  laid  it  low  before  his  end, 
Repented  not,  as  every  sinner  ought; 

And  when  he  found  this  foe  must  shelter  him, 
Wearing  outside  its*  hideous  sinful  face, 
And  he  must  occupy  in  spiritland 
All  visible,  a  lowly  sinner's  place, 

He  came  back  here  to  earth  once  more  to  speak, 
That  he  might  save  some  soul  who  could  not  see 
The  foe  that  lurks  within  his  sinning-self, 
That  foe,  at  last,  is  what  he  comes  to  be. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

MY  HUMBLE  SUPPLICATION 
God  of  the  world,  the  sorrowing  world! 
O  righteous  God  of  peace! 
Behold  the  harrowed,  devastate, — 
From  grasp  of  war  release! 

O  God  of  mine,  of  every  soul, 
Ally,  Austrian,  Hun, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  191 

Reach  out  Thy  powerful,  saving  hand, 
And  let  Thy  will  be  done 

Upon  the  earth  now  soaked  with  gore, 
And  blasted,  razed  and  torn: 
Decend  into  the  hearts  of  all 
Alike,  make  all  new-born ! 

God  of  the  world,  of  Light  Supreme, 
From  darkness  rescue,  save 
The  souls  who  answered  duty's  call 
Which  brought  them  to  a  grave! 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


WAR'S    TOLL 

The  countless  souls  sped  on  to  wait 

In  darkness  'till  God's  time  is  come, 

The  maimed,  the  crazed,  the  stricken,  blind, 

The  broken  ties  of  love  and  home. 

Shattered  cities  all  laid  waste, 

Cathredrals  vast  razed  in  the  wake 

Of  war's  eternal  shell  and  fire 

Which  hold  nought  sacred  for  His  sake: 

The  boom  of  hatred  through  the  lands 

Where  kings  and  emperors  hold  sway, 

While  God's  command  "Thou  shalt  not  kill" 

Defied  by  man,  is  laid  away: 

The  love  of  Him  beseiged  by  doubt, 

A  curse  of  sin  on  lips  instead, 

At  last  God's  children  come  to  feel 

All  that,  alone,  which  keeps  men  "dead." 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


192  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

WAR'S    TEAGIC    GAME 

When  pawns  of  human  flesh  massed  in  a  game 
Become  incentive  for  the  victor's  name, 
Great  armies  move  across  the  nation's  breast, 
Given  to  turmoil,  disturbed  from  peace  and  rest, 
To  clash  in  shell-fire,  guns,  and  bayonets, 
To  win  or  lose,  to  capture  or  beset, 
To  wound  or  slay : 
This  is  the  war  game  as  'tis  waged  today. 

But  on  the  other  side  where  souls  are  flung, 
Are  spirits  keenly  tortured,  and  heart-wrung! 
O  Godless  world  of  hatred,  wrong,  and  greed, 
Could  you  see  the  spirits  woe  and  need, 
Would  ye  then  try  to  live  for  God  instead, 
Nor  into  Godless  wars  couldst  thou  be  led ! 

Hurled  are  these  crippled  souls  into  their  future  state, 
Where  for  self-victory  must  they  work  and  wait. 
Having  but  one  wish  through  their  great  despair: 
To  save  the  rest  of  earth  like  suffering  there ! 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


FIENDS 

There  is  let  loose  upon  the  world  a  mob, 
Arch  fiends  who  follow  in  the  wake 
Of  him  who  is  a  devil  and  naught  else — 
Blaspheming  in  his  course  for  One  to  take 
His  part,  and  let  him  live  upon  his  throne; 
But  God  marks  him :  this  one  is  not  His  own. 

"Forward  with  God,"  this  fiend  proclaimed  today: 

Ay,  must  he  forward  go,  e'er  long,  or  stay 

Where  he  such  anguish  wrought,  with  loss,  and  dead, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

Back  through  all  timo,  will  he  be  chained, 
Godless,  instead! 

V\'.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  ARCH-FIENDS 

'   Mad  with  an  emperor's  dresfm  of  a  worldwide  domain, 
Hurled  he  an  empire  into  realms  insane. 
Cowering  at  last  bloodstained  and  throneless  he — 
Sent  out  in  darkness  where  is  misery ; 
Where  lust  for  power  no  queen  or  king  e'er  knew, — 
Where  Holy  Kingdom,  and  its  king  are  YOU. 

(W.  S.  will  have  to  pay  for  this.     It  is  against  the  law  to 
divulge  the  secret  workings  of  the  law  of  God.) 

Where  every  law  divine  obtains  'till  now— 
And  thou  art  God  and  wise,  eternal  as  His  vow, — 
Where  eons  wait,  no  priest  absolving  thee, — 
But  all  thy  past  binding,  nor  setting  free, — 
Where  humans  dwell  without  a  throne  or  crown, 
Becoming  at  onement  with  all  they  have  put  down. 
Never  an  emperor  came  but  claimed  his  own, — 
Never  a  king  came  here  to  find  his  throne. 
Waiting  in  -service  at  the  roadside  these, 
Who  claimed  Divinity  as  their  own-  to  please. 
Crowns  are  alloted  none  I  ever  saw: 
Love  wins  at  last :  no  murderer  breaks  His  law. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

RESTORATION 

The  God  of  all  the  soldiers  is  the  God  that's  over  all ; 
And  He  knows  the  very  places  where  His  cathedrals  fall. 
He  sees  His  nuns  of  Mercy  by  Germans  raped  and  torn; 
And  babes  brought  low  through  suffering,  by  barbarous  Ger 
mans  born. 


194  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

The  God  of  all  the  Nations  is  Christ's  own  God  as  well : 
His  liberty  and  freedom  is  past  our  tongue  to  tell : 
He  will  bind  the  brokenhearted,  and  restore  the  spires  that  fell, 
But  the  murderous  Huns  in  history  have  writ  their  tome  of  hell 

Which  the  God  of  all  the  ages  will  read  as  it  is  writ 
Inscribed  through  His  eternity  with  no  pity  e'er  for  it ! 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

FORTUNES  OF  WAR 

There  is  no  greater  sum  a  man  can  give, 

When  he  lays  down  his  life,  and  thus,  his  soul. 

He  says:    "I  give  you  all  I  own;  the  future  mortgage,  too, 

But  take,  I  beg,  the  whole !" 

He  holds  this  gift  a  bauble  in  his  hand, 

And  marches  forth  his  captain  to  obey; 

He  falls  upon  the  battlefield,  and  "dies"; — 

He  bartered  all ;  or  gave  all  his  away ; 

And  learns  still  he  belongs  to  One  all  wise! 

When  he  takes  up  this  Captain's  task  to  do, 

Where  warriors  meet  no  battleshot  or  shell, 

Will  he  discern  life's  spendthrifts  such  as  he, 

And  pass  through  fire  of  conscience, — which  is  hell. 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

CLEANSING    FIRE 

The  world  has  passed  through  cleansing  fire, 
And  burnt  its  whoreson's  sores: 
The  bleeding  arteries  of  the  lands 
Have  given  their  precious  stores, 
That  generations  yet  to  come, 
May  be  unbound  and  free, 
And  every  land  shall  share  its  yield, 
And  the  sea  its  liberty, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  195 

Whose  restless  waves  a  requeim  sing 

O'er  martyred  heroes  bones, 

And  ever  will  its  voice  recall 

War's  toll,  as  dirge  intoned 

The  rising  and  the  ebbing  tide 

Of  life  doth  come  and  go 

Through  time,  ay,  through  eternity, 

Must  every  people  know 

The  sacrifice  of  every  life 

Which  gave  its  share  to  free 

The  earth  from  one  mad  despot's  rule, 

And  save  them  liberty! 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

DIVINITY 

In  other  spheres  beside  the  earth's, 
But  all  allied  'neath  the  same  King, 
Are  messengers  from  Divine  powers, 
To  help  men  work  or  sing. 
In  other  realms  above  the  earth, 
Where  new-born  spirits  dwell, 
Where  every  man  his  own  soul  makes, 
And  each  has  made  its  hell, 
There  is  a  fountain  where  we  draw 
New  life,  immortal  bliss, 
Where  every  new-born  soul  may  drink 
In  that  land  when  from  this 
It  finds  itself  without  a  friend, — 
When  friends  all  tried  and  true 
Have  passed  along  a  fairer  way 
Not  caring  what  you  do. 
This  fountain  is  the  living  God : 
Who  begs  you  come  and  drink : 


196  SHAKESPEARE'S  KKVKLATIONS 

To  pause,  to  seek, — to  look,  to  see, — 
To  hear, — to  know, — to  think. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

FOES  OF  THE  DAKK 

In  the  land,  we,  as  mortals,  inhabit, 

We  have  foes  which  are  hidden,  unknown, — 

To  battle  with  these  we  must  cross  over  death's  seas, 

And  fight  in  the  dark, — and  alone! 

Our  consciences  picture  these  battles, — 

But  our  pride  will  not  enter  the  fray; 

What  each  spirit  knows  in  the  place  where  it  goes, 

The  soldiers  are  fighting  today. 

To  have  done  all  you  could,  as  a  holy  man  should, 

Is  not  half  required  each  of  you — 

You  must  shoulder  a  gun  when  the  world's  work  is  done, 

And  look  for  the  foes  INSIDE  YOU. 

It  is  hardly  worthwhile  to  tell  earth  men  more, — 
So  swollen  their  ego  with  pride : 
But  when  they  reach  here,  with  gun,  yes,  and  spear, 
They  must  war  against  foes  but  INSIDE. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

BURIED    ALIVE 

A  long,  long  grave,  in  torture  wound 
The  field  of  France's  battleground. 
Unkempt;  untombed,  its  serpent  head, 
It  held  the  living,  not  the  "dead." 

Along  the  road  when  war  shall  cease, 
These  empty  graves  will  proclaim  peace. 
As  risen  from  their  living  tomb, 
The  Mother  Earth  from  out  her  womb 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  197 

Will  give  new  sons  to  freedom's  cause, 
To  love  and  serve  God's  holy  laws. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

— Remake  the  world  O  God,  once  more  restore  thine  everlasting 

peace, 
That  cannon  shell  no  more  shall  blare,  nor  war  dogs  have 

release. 
Remould  men's  hearts  to  Thine  own  will,  and  lift  their  faces  to 

Thy  sky, 
That  wars  may  end — and  all  may  see  at  last  the  Love  that 

cannot  die. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

"Suffering  brings  its  fine  reward."  W.  S. 

CHARITY 

I  see  throughout  the  breadth  of  this  great  land, 

A  stirring  of  a  conscience  new  and  fine. 

Within  the  inner  chambers  of  the  heart,  a  kinship  dwells, 

Uniting,  all  divine. 

I  feel  my  own  heart  throb,   (I've  still  a  heart  TO  throb)   in 

gratitude  unbound, 
That  love  and  brotherhood  shall  find  earth's  men  at  last,  who 

mingled  tears  and  blood,  before  theirs  passed. 

Oh  Charity,  that  "vaunteth  not  itself",  nor  is  puffed  up", 
Oh  Charity,  "long-suffering  and  kind, — " 
To  think  at  last  the  whole  world's  bleeding  sons, 
Cemented  brothers  men,  and  each  to  all  did  bind! 
Though  you  may  have  naught  left,  you  now  have  THIS: 
"The  greatest  of  them  all" — yea,  seemingly. 
For  'round  the  world  a  ring  of  touching  hands, 
Proclaims  all  races  one  in  charity. 


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"Long-suffering"  such  as  warriors  only  know, — will  make  with 
in  the  fighting  foes,  chagrin, 

And  bring  their  homes  and  firesides  future  bliss,  and  cover 
o'er  their  multitude  of  sin. 

To  you  who  wait  for  those  who  come  not  back — 
Avail  yourselves  of  this  they  learned  to  feel, — 
That,  though  an  enemy  burn  and  wound  and  kill, 
At  last,  with  suffering  keen,  all  men  must  kneel. 

W.  S:  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


MALEDICTION'S  END 
This  is  the  day  when  warriors  burst  afield 
And  draw  their  swords  that  valorous  deeds  may  yield 
Through  immemorial  time  all  nations  free  from  hate 
The  sovereign  right  to  live  their  lives  in  high  or  low  estate. 
When  launched  the  barge  of  Freedom  on  Time's  seas, 
Where  heroes  blood  fostered  democracies, 
No  unprepared  or  unwinged  craft  'twill  be, 
Manned  by  free  sons  of  glorious  liberty! 
'Twill  be  the  end  of  malediction,  too :  no  thing  to  hate,  and  none 

to  over  ride: 

But  toiling  men  will  grasp  the  up-start's  hand, 
And  wealth  will  mean  the  wealth  of  love  with  pride! 
No  fostered  malice  shall  the  heart  betray; 
No  world  of  hatred  seethe  writhin  the  breast ; 
But  gentlefolk  shall  rule  the  universe 
Where  brotherlove  shall  make  a  heaven's  rest !  *  *  * 
When  lives  haved  ebbed  and  given  out  their  all, 
And  forth  have  gone  the  rich  and  poor  as  well, 
Then,  will  men  find  rich  peace  within  themselves, 
And  heaven  and  earth  a  kingdom,  after  hell. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  199 

RECONSTRUCTION 

All  levelled,  waste  and  shattered  are  man's  dreams. 
All  broken,  bruised  and  torn  are  women's  hearts. 
The  fields  of  carriage  tell  the  woeful  tale;. 
With  agonizing  cries  their  history  starts ! 
The  world  is  dust, — the  ashes  of  men's  bones; 
The  graves  are  strewn  through  hamlet,  field  and  town, 
Where  murderous  foes  with  ruthless  fire  and  gun 
Have  razed  in  warfare  all  they  could  pull  down ! 

Now,  when  they  see  destruction  all  complete, 
They  ask  for  peace  through  time  to  view  the  waste, 
And  carry  back  to  their  preserved  land 
The  memories  of  their  depraved  "kultur"  taste. 

When  history  is  writ  upon  Time's  page, 
Where  crimes  of  Huns  are  written  red  in  blood, 
The  hatred  through  the  eons  yet  to  come, 
Will  surge  against  the  Germans  as  a  flood 
To  keep  them  on  their  unspoiled,  unstained  ground, 
Which  murderer's  wrath  proclaims  is  blest  of  God, 
While  every  Nation  loathes  them  the  world  round, 
Where  none  would  place  a  foot  upon  their  sod. 

Divinity  of  Kings  they  claim  their  right, — 
Nor  reckon  with  the  POWER  that,  over  all, 
Knows  every  cause,  be  it  divine  or  just, — 
Or  every  sinner's  sin  by  which  they  fall. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

MERCY 

The  wasted  lives  on  fields  of  war  proclaim 
The  uselessness  of  sin,  and  all  its  crime; 
The  arrogance  of  king  and  kingly  rule, 
To  ma&e  their  domains  safe,  peaceful,  sublime. 


200  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

When  these  go  forth  who  seek  their  kings  to  serve, 

Proclaiming  need  for  sacrifice  of  life, 

To  add  a  fragment  to  a  monarchy, 

As  heritage  but  hatreds'  bastard,  strife ; 

Where  shall  they  look  for  mercy  for  themselves, 
Who  murder,  loot,  rape,  burn,  blaspheme,  and  raze? 
Not  where  I've  been,  and  paid  my  debt, 
And  suffered  for  my  crime  of  earthly  days! 

Where  shall  they  turn  who  rend,  with  mercy's  plea, — 
Or  when,  I  ask,  can  these  find  peace  with  God, 
Who,  for  an  added  share  of  sun  or  sea, 
Have  dealt  the  fire  that  laid  men  'neath  the  sod? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Great  questions  mark  the  hour.    Great,  and  unsolved. 

The  hour  so  near  at  hand,  alas,  so  near. 

The  homelessness  of  homing-ones  of  earth, — 

The  anguish,  and  the  hoplessness,  and  fear. 

Without,  the  world's  best  of  its  own  is  drained ; 
And  shattered,  broken,  lieth  hopes  of  these 
They  left  behind  to  serve  their  country's  call, 
Some  government,  or  Emperor  to  please. 

Within  their  tortured  breasts  but  their  God  sees, — 
Their  spirits  face  the  world  from  whence  I  came : 
Oh,  that  this  world  could  get  in  touch  with  them, 
E'er  they  must  pass  out  through  the  battle-flame! 

Here  must  I  rest :  no  chance,  no  hope  I  see 
To  make  men  pause  before  it  is  too  late, 
And  they,  without,  become  themselves,  within, 
And  carry  to  the  spirit  warring  state, 

From  which  no  King  I  see  obliterates, — 
Nor  offers  to  adjust  what  was  within. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  201 

The  while  they  murdered  others,  they  themselves 
Were  overcome  by  the  same  murderer's  sin. 

TIME'S  GARLAND 

Upon  the  battlefield  where  men  have  bled 
To  save  their  children  from  a  murderous  foe, 
The  flowers  will  bud  and  tender  grain  will  spring, 
And  gentle  zephyrs  kiss  them  as  they  blow. 
The  bounteous  earth  will  yield  them  homage,  too ; 
And  send  them  forth  to  living-men  again : 
In  centuries  to  come  the  ravished  lands 
Will  heal  of  wounds  and  scars,  forget  its  pain. 
The  birds  will  chant  their  requiem  overhead, 
Though  blithe  will  be  the  glorious  summer  rhyme ; 
And  nature  will  resume  her  olden  way; 
Where  Harmony  shall  rule  through  all  of  time. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  BROKEN  BOUND 

Felled,  razed,  and  torn,  broken,  shattered,  bruised, 
Ruined  and  wasted, — harvest  of  grim  death. 
Weary  and  sad,  outdone,  earth's  starving  sons — 
But  glad  to  give  their  last  remaining  breath. 
Fooled  by  a  madman,  crazed  by  lust  for  power, 
Martyrs  each  one,  belied  for  country's  cause, 
Wasted  their  blood  for  reason's  fallen  throne, 
Acclaiming  God's  his  ruthless  demon  laws! 
Out  of  the  chaos  wrought  at  his  command 
A  just  God  sees  His  good  rise  at  the  close; 
The  God  of  love,  and  rightousness,  and  peace ;  *  *  * 
The  God  who  sees,  and  hears,  and  moves,  and  knows ! 
Who  binds  the  broken  mends  the  shattered  too ; 
And  reasons  that  a  madman  must  undo. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Nov.  18th,  1917. 


202  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

TO  THOSE  WHO  HAVE  NO  CHANCE 
No  chance  to  live;  no  chance  to  love ;  no  chance,  except  to  "die" : 
Such  is  the  law  of  Freedom's  land,  which  law  all  are  ruled  by.* 
*(Note:     I.  know  it  is  not  right,  but  am  determined  to  use 
it  this  time  W.  S.) 

The  rich,  the  poor-man's  son,  must  go ;  and  to  all  say  farewell, — 
And  every  son  that  marks  a  gun  will  aim  his  life  at  hell. 

A  chance  to  do  a  hero's  part?    A  chance  to  die  for  glory? 

This  is  a  threadbare  argument  to  one  who  writes  this  story? 

To  "die"  to  save  that  friend  may  live,  no  greater  deed  can  be : 

But  wliat  of  One  who  counseled  Love,  Faith,  Trust,  Charity? 

And  the  same  God  who  rules  this  truth,  He  gave  a  peaceful 
choice, 

"Love  one  another", — these,  His  words,  fulfilled,  would  all  re 
joice. 

What  chance  has  God's  supreme  intent,  against  such  laws  man- 
made? 

Men  make  their  own  lost  chances,  and  to  "die"  are  not  afraid  ? 

To  everyone  who  bares  a  gun,  sets  free  a  soul-of-God, 

The  same  will  wish  his  body  still  a  pilgrim  on  earth's  sod. 

What  harmless  doctrine  preached  by  Him,  the  gentle  Nazarene ! 

Could  men  accept  Him  as  they  ought,  this  war  could  not  have 
been. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  BURTHEN  OF  LOSS 
Take  from  the  world  its  light,  its  heat,  and  all 
That  makes  it  live,  renewed,  and  sweet, — 
Then  place  upon  its  grave  a  cross  of  bones: 
The  dead  that  made  its  ruin  all  complete ! 

The  fruitful  earth,  crowned  with  its  gold  and  gems, 
A  crater  like  the  moon  will  come  to  be, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  -03 

When  starved  and  slain,  her  sons  who  slew  themselves, 
While  fighting  God  themselves  they  tried  to  free. 

Fast  coming  to  its  end  the  Godless  world, 
Which  starved  itself,  by  choosing  poverty ; 
While  toiling  masses,  who  but  ask  to  toil, 
Are  robbed  by  thrones  of  life  and  liberty! 

A  welded  mass  of  struggling,  battling  foes 
Has  crushed  to  earth,  all  shattered,  half  the  race,— 
While  poor,  impoverished,  tottering,  aged  sires 
Are  left  alive  to  populate  the  place! 

Wrhen  war  is  done,  and  man's  new  hope  can  rise, 
That,  unmolested,  sons  of  his  can  live 
Without  the  curse  of  shedding  others  blood, 
Nor  for  a  kingdom's  ransom,  theirs  to  give, — 

To  father  sons,  and  mother  sons  to  live, 

A  heritage  for  all  of  time,  nor  less ! 

Then  God  will  seem  to  hold  within  His  hand 

The  burthen  of  war's  loss,  and  stain,  and  stress ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


This  is  the  day  when  fears  and  hate  hold  sway. 
This  is  the  time  when  ebb  mens  lives  away. 
This  is  the  hour  to  sound  a  clarion  call : 
Halt !  men-of-earth !    Before  the  last  shall  fall ! 

Here  then  I  send  from  out  the  spirit's  realm 
Plea  that  you  halt  before  death  overwhelm ! 
Give  ear,  and  pause ;  and  work  for  peace  instead, 
Lest  peace  be  for  all  the  peace  found  with  the  dead. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
May  13th,  '17. 


204  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

THE  SPIRIT  WHICH  LONGS  TO  BE  FREE 
A  patriot's  freedom  every  man  has  craved,   some  men  have 

known, — • 

But  every  soul  that  lives  has  longed  for  freedom 
That  separates  its  body  from  its  own. 
When  man  encased  in  flesh  is  hampered  daily, 
O'erburdened,  shackled,  tortured,  then  is  he, 
And  thinks  with  all  his  reasoning  powers  to  profit, 
When  Azrael  shall  come  and  set  him  free! 

When  flesh  no  more  surrounds  his  yearning  spirit, 
Which  seeks  through  all  the  sky  to  find  his  own, 
He  lifts  his  voice  in  ceaseless  lamentation 
Because  his  God-like  spirit  has  no  home. 
Could  he  but  live  once  more  and  profit  thereby, 
Could  he  but  do  such  part  he  would  not  mourn ; 
For,  seeing  with  his  worldly  eyes  unveiled, 
He  finds  BUT  freedom  in  his  yearned-for  bourne. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

UNITED 

Lands  someday  will  be  united : 
Crime  will  vanish  from  the  earth. 
War  be  done ;  all  friends  and  neighbors, 
Cherished  through  the  land  of  birth. 

All  will  worship  in  one  temple ; 
All  bow  to  one  Divine  King: 
Evil  minds  from  earth  will  vanish : 
Ever  will  God's  praises  ring ! 
With  one  faith,  one  hope,  one  Maker, 
Harmony  shall  be  complete: 
Tongue  of  one,  the  tongue  of  many, 
Living  Love,  and  hate's  defeat. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
A  prophecy  by  W.  S.  In  spirit 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  205 


WARRIORS 

We  have  passed  with  the  warriors  with  gleaming  steel,— 
We  have  heard  their  battle-cry; 

We  have  rescued  their  deformed  souls  » 

Sent  out  on  the  fields  to  die. 
We  know  what  war  and  warring  means 
Past  the  war  of  the  world  of  earth, — 
And  the  soldier  sons  with  their  knives  and  guns, 
Where  we  fight  our  sins  since  birth. 
We  know  there  is  Light,  and  Might,  and  Right, 
But  no  freedom  or  liberty, 
Who  sit  in  the  darkness  of  darkest  night, 
Where  the  souls  of  sinners  be. 
No  soldier  trappings  nor  cheers  acclaim 
These  warriors  as  heroes  brave, 
Who  pass  from  earth  to  the  spirit-birth 
Through  the  trench  of  murderers  grave. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
("Sign  my  full  name  here  please")  W.  S. 

William  Shakespeare,  In  Spirit 

(Through  Sarah  Shatford  his  medium, 
(Dictated  by  W.  S.)  S.  S. 

A  SOLDIER'S  ORISON 

(The  night  before  the  charge) 
The  God  who  wreighs  the  moon  and  stars, 
Weighs  deeds  and  hearts  as  well! 
He  knows  whatever  justice  comes 
From  war's  bloodshed -and  hell. 
He  gives — and  takes :  nor  stays  His  hand : 
Nor  fate,  except  Himself,  can  save : 
Such  mystery  His  life  and  plans; 
The  soul,  death  and  the  grave ! 


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Why  are  we  here ;  where  shall  we  go ; 

Not  one  has  known  but  He. 

Then  why  should  I  fear  now  to  die, 

Or  grieve  His  soul  of  me ! 

The  scales  are  held  in  His  just  hand ; 

His  measuring  is  true; 

To  do  my  duty,  best  I  can, 

Is   all  that  I  can  do. 

The  one  who  hangs  the  stars  on  High, 

And  guards  His  swinging  spheres, 

Will  count  a  soldier's  prayerful  heart, 

And  know  his  unshed  tears. 


FALLEN  THRONES 

Our  heroes  went  to  battle  and  they  fell — 
The  world  bereft  must  mourn  her  loss  alway — 
Her  miseries  untold  no  human  tongue  can  tell — 
No  intellect  conceive  the  price  she  still  must  pay. 

To  him  who  ordered  "War!"  from  a  king's  throne 
And  caused  the  havoc  wrought  on  land  and  sea, 
Shall  he  still  stand,  and  standing  here  alone, 
Be  spared  his  crown  and  crests  of  royality? 

When  this  one  used  his  fallen  heroe's  bones 
To  fertilize  his  land,  or  fuel  make? 
Begrudging  them  their  coffins  and  headstones; 
Pilfering  all  "death"  gave  that  he  could  take! 

The  robber-king  for  mercy  soon  must  plead 
Before  a  King  even  he  calls  Divine : 

Oh  what,  at  last,  shall  this  poor  beggar  need ; 
When  fallen  from  his  throne — "Die  Wacht  Am  Rhein" 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  207 

LIBERTY  OR  DEATH 

Free  as  a  people  should  be  free, — 
Oh  give  us  death,  or  liberty ! 
'Neath  every  heart-throb  life  is  sweet ! 
And  life  is  short,  and  life  is  fleet ! 
As  brothers,  comrades,  make  us  all, 
Or  let  us  die,  or  let  us  fall ! 

Free  as  the  breath  God  gives  His  sons, — 
Untrammeled  by  king's  laws  or  guns, 
Uphold  and  free  thy  people,  Lord! 
Pursuit  of  life  in  one  accord, 
As  freemen,  tillers  of  the  sod, 
O  give,  and  free  Thy  people,  God! 


A  HERO 

With  blasts  of  trumpet,  with  fife  and  drum 

The  soldiers  march  away 

Acclaimed  as  in  the  olden  days 

When  I  wrote  sonnet,  play, 

And  all  with  which  my  work  is  wrought 

But  tells  of  heroes  brave, — 

Though  I  must  say,  and  speak  today 

About  these  through  my  grave 

Where  lies  no  soul  'till  judgement  day, 

Nor  is  postponed  the  curse 

For  him  who  died  a  sinning  one, 

But  to  his  God  rehearsed 

His  earthly  part,  the  part  he  played 

Throughout  the  earth-term  life : 

This  part  no  hero's  part  indeed, 

With  armor,  stave,  and  knife.  • 

Make  then  a  page  now  being  writ 

In  God's  eternal  skies, 


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Where  you  must  claim  the  whole  of  it, 
While  He  looks  in  your  eyes. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"OUT-THERE" 

We  have  a  shape  like  ours  of  earth,  "Out-There" ; 
When  we  arrive  in  spirit-birth,  "Out-There". 
The  very  worst  that  earth  has  known 
Of  us,  of  ours,  we  find  our  own,  Out-There. 

We  have  ho  gold,  no  kine,  no  kith,  "Out-There" : 
But  half  the  world  has  taught  is  myth,  "Out-There". 
We  have  few  luxuries  or  joys, 
But  much  to  do  that  frets,  annoys,  Out-There. 

If  men  would  wake  and  see  the  truth, 

'Twould  save  them  misery,  forsooth,  "Out-There" : 

I  speak  as  one  the  world  calls  "dead", 

Who  still  has  Shakespeare's  heart  and  head,  Out-There. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Dictated :     "There"  is  "Here,"  and  ONLY,  for  some.     W.  S. 


SHUNNED 

What  though  an  Emperor  command 
Awarding  trinkets  in  his  land 

And  give  all  that  his  power  could  give, 
When  Huns  are  shunned  long  as  they  live. 

What  should  the  world  give  those  who  burn 
And  rape,  maim,  loot,  but  what  they  earn? 
Can  any  monarch's  divine  plea 
Restore  a  fallen  dynasty? 

Ignored,  despised,  dishonored,  barred, 
The  destiny  of  Huns  is  hard. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  209 

Sublimely  "kultured"  and  undone, 
Mistrusted,  shunned  by  everyone. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  WORLD  VICTORIOUS 
Away  with  the  monarch  who  wears  his  crown 
Atremble  on  the  throne, — 
For  the  world  at  last  will  be  ruled  by  Christ, 
And  He  shall  be  King  alone ! 

Away  with  hatred  and  deceit ! 

And  the  lusts  for  greed  and  gold ! 

For  the  world  has  come  to  know  its  King 

Where  naught  is  bought  or  sold. 

Away  with  the  wars  of  the  king  and  knight. 
Away  with  murderers  all. 
For  the  world  has  come  to  claim  its  Own, 
Where  kingdoms  rise  nor  fall! 

Away  with  bans  and  armed  hands. 
Behold  the  nail-prints  still! 
Away  with  the  kings  of  knighthood's  lands, 
Away  with  their  edicts  "KILL" ! 

For  the  world  bows  down  to  The  King  at  last, 
( (And  The  King  shall  know  His  Own) 
Where  hatred's  war  is  done  and  past, 
And  the  Great  God  rules  alone! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

OUT  OF  THE  PAST 

The  groaning  of  the  world  in  travail, 
Mother  Earth  torn  up  in  quake, 
Desolation  and  destruction 
Taking  life  for  freedom's  sake, — 


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Brothermen  with  naught  between  them 
Fight  for  Nation  or  for  King,— 
Leaving  everything  of  value, 
Taking  out  not  anything 

Where  for  freedom  they  still  suffer, 
Bound  to  earth's  unseeing  clod ; 
Finding  after  "death"  existence, 
Though  they  search  in  vain  for  God, 

While  they  hear  the  bugle  calling, 
Calling  still  more  men  to  slay, 
Must  they  fight  their  own  soul-battle, 
Entered  on  God's  better  way. 
Knowing  all  have  shattered  vainly,— 
Taken  life  without  just  cause, — 
Broken  homes  and  lives,  as  promise 
To  the  Maker  of  the  laws 

Made  to  bind,  and  not  to  sever; 
Made  to  heal,  and  not  to  slay ; 
Made  to  save  men  for  each  other. 
Each  for  each  to  work  and  pray. 
When  the  balance  which  shall  weigh  them 
Where  the  measuring  scales  are  true, 
Will  they  find  adjustment  easy? 
Would  they  change  the  old  for  new? 
Oh,  my  Brothers,  this  is  Shakespeare, 
Who  would  spare  if  he  but  could, 
Every  man  who  hence  must  travail 
For  a  new-born  soul  all-good ! 

MOTHER  AND  HER  OWN 
The  weary  world  with  blood-soaked  breast, 
All  torn,  and  robbed  of  her  sweet  rest, 
A  mactyr  to  tlie  ravishment 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  211 

Of  maddened  Huns,  hence  devil  sent, 

Now  groans  in  the  last  throes  (throws)  of  death,   ( W.S.) 

With  those  who  give  their  all,  life's  breath, 
And  to  her  arms  they  send  them  back 
As  torn  as  she,  oh  woe,  oh  lack ! 
And  sheilding  these  from  history's  page, 
She  kindly  seals  them  in  this  age, 
Within  her  open,  wounded  heart, 
Where,  in  their  pain,  they  shall  not  part. 

MERCY 

In  the  fields  where  warriors  gather, 
Fighting,  wounding,  killing,  blinding, 
Comes  sweet  Mercy,  tender,  kindly, 
Gathering,  saving,  cleansing,  binding. 

Soldiers  see  the  Red  Cross  emblem, 
Mercy's  badge,  when  battle's  done, 
And,  exulting  in  its  praises, 
Thank  at  last  the  only  One 

Who  can  bind  at  last  man's  sorrows, 
Stanch  the  ebbing  of  life's  tide, 
Bring  world-peace,  or  make  men  brothers, 
Through  His  wounded,  bleeding  side! 

FOOLS 

When  all  the  race  of  men  have  run  their  course, 
And  into  gaping  graves  their  bodies  lie, 
Then  will  earth's  men  be  writing  history's  page, 
Denouncing  all  that  now  go  forth  to  die. 
These  books  will  state  ferocities  which  now 
The  earth's  benumbed,  improverished,  half-guess; 
And  staring  generations  through  all  time, 
Will  mark  this  age  "The  Craven"— nothing  less. 


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Historians  will  tell  when  peace,  now  here, 

Shall  hold  forevermore  the  earth  einbound, 

The  maddening  crimes  committed  in  war-time, 

And  through  what  loathesome  deeds  this  peace  was  found. 

Revolting  at  truth's  hideous  printed  page, 

The  future  race  of  men  will  fling  it  by, 

Desirous  to  believe  the  Christian's  God, 

And  worship  Him  who  calls  none  forth  to  die, 

Except  it  be  in  payment  to  Himself 

Who  judges  then  the  time,  (mayhap  the  day) 

But  sends  no  man  to  slay,  or  rape,  or  maim, 

Like  demons;  beasts,  who  slake  their  blood  thirst  through  their 

prey ! 

The  Huns  of  night  who  call  on  God  to  bless 
Their  fiendish  horrors  done  without  His  might, 
Through  ages  upon  ages  must  repent, 
Else  can  they  never  know  the  God  of  peace  and  right. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  ENEMY 

A  barrier  to  justice  who  complies 
Against  the  will  even  to  National  law; 
Who  spreads  deceit,  as  loathesome  as  disease ; 
A  carrion-carrier,  camouflaged,  but  raw. 

A  venomed  serpent  with  its  hidden  fangs 
Awaitiing  but  a  chance  when  it  can  spring 
And  plant  its  adder-tongue  in  deep  and  strong, 
And  writhe  along  some  victim  new  to  sting. 

The  one  whose  lot  is  cast  by  chance  purile ; 
Whose  hatred  finds  more  sympathy  with  wrong. 
Whose  root  is  evil,  blighting  every  branch ; 
Discovered  by  its  poisonous  breath  'ere  long. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  213 

THE  EARTH  A  MOON? 

Fast,  fast  the  earth  a  planet  like  the  moon  is  to  become? 
All  lifeless  naught  to  speak  its  love  of  God? 
Torn  and  dismantled  His  footstool  by  Huns 
Whose  souls  must  answer  nor  lie  'neath  the  sod 
Till  Gabriel  calls  them  forth  to  say  "Ay,  Nay" 
To  questions  of  the  Judge  who  holds  their  fate, 
But  to  each  one,  their  service  done, 
Response  awaits  sealing  their  impious  hate. 

Moonless  THEIR  lot  where  darkness  waits  to  hold 
Their  murderers  souls  nothing  but  hate  enfolds! 
While  on  the  earth  they  havoc  wrought,  and  pain, 
Where  innocents  with  mothers  helpless,  slain, 
Gave  up  their  lives  appeasing  hatred's  crime, — 
Making  Huns  foes  enduring  throughout  time. 
Comment  full  sad  and  harrowing  heart  of  Him, 
Who  for  His  children  gave  the  earth  abrim 
With  all  His  wonders,  all  His  love,  and  kiss — 
To  be  repaid  by  them  with  robbery  such  as  this ! 

Win.  Shakespeare  (In  spirit)  Through  S.  S. 
N.  Y.  C.,  Oct.  21st,  1917. 

THE  DYING  SOLDIER 

See  how  he  bleeds  from  gaping  wound! 
Oh  gently  lay  him  down. 
Why  has  this  hero  paid  such  price ! 
Where  is  his  waiting  crown ! 

The  spirits  gather  'round  him  now, 
And  waiting  for  the  end, 
When  from  this  wounded  crust  will  rise 
A  body  without  rend. 

He  feels  such  pain !    It  will  not  last. 
Another  breath  or  more 


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Will  end  this  pain  and  he  have  passed 
Out  to  God's  spirit  shore. 

The  dying  know  where  they  shall  go. 
They  see —  and  read  their  signs — 
No  greater  comfort  God  devised: 
The  soul  to  these  resigns. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


TO  THE  AMEIICAN  RED  CROSS: 
(From  one  who  sees  through  and  beyond  their  efforts  to 
alleviate  the  sufferings  of  war,  plague,  famine,  or  disaster.  By 
W.  S.  in  the  spirit  300  years,  during  which  he  has  seen  the 
benefit  of  woman's  ministrations  from  the  spirit  world.  Writ 
ten  through  S.  T.  S.,  W.  S.) 

When  the  Creator  planned  His  world  and  gave  His  choicest 

blessing  to  be  mate  for  man, 
He  lifted-  up  His  face  and  smiled  upon  His  child,  who  was  to 

give  of  Him  as  only  woman  can. 

Within,  He  placed  His  tenderness  and  love, —  and  made  for 

her,  Himself,  her  gentle  hands 
To  minister  as  Marthas,  Dorcases, —  to  stanch  and  bind  war's 

wounds  with  healing  bands. 

He  gave  the  world  His  Son,  and  proved  their  worth :  He  chose 
the  Virgin  Mother  to  be  His : 

Established  anew  dear  Magdalene,  and  many  more  bear  re 
cord  that  it  is 

God's  best  and  greatest  gift,  to  sons  of  men,  their  healing, 
tender,  benign  womankind : 

Methinks  when  He  looks  down  on  them  He  smiles,  to  watch 
them,  with  His  mercy,  heal,  and  bind ! 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  -15 

TO  BE  OR  NOT  TO  BE  *THAT  IS  THE  QUESTION. 

THIS 

THIS  is  the  question:  Shall  men  live  for  aye: 
Shall  their  eternal  lives  go  on  where  is  eternal  day : 
Or,  fighting  for  the  world  and  what  it  gives, 
Shall  every  soul  go  hence  uncaring  if  it  lives  ? 
What  can  it  matter  where  the  spirit  goes, 
If  it  has  thought  on  this,  or  Jesus  knows : 
What  can  I  say  to  wake  men  to  be  whole 
Before  the  shot  of  cannon  sends  forth  each  a  soul 
Undying,  yea,  alive!  wiith  all  that  life  implies: 
All-keen  for  saving-grace,  where  spirit  never  dies. 
Oh  could  a  warning  reach  before  too  late 
Soldiers  at  home  and  France  at  "heaven's"  gate, 
Would  they  then  stack  their  arms,  lay  down  their  lives, 
For  that  all-powerful  God  who  knows  no  soul  that  dies! 
Take,  then,  in  discontent,  this,  my  litiny : 
Free  but  your  souls,  my  lads,  that  ye  shall  be  free ! 
Give  not  a  wound ;  nor  take  but  God  can  give ; 
Heeding  His  own  command,  your  freed  soul,  then,  must  live. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  ^) 

THE  PLOUGHSHARES,  AND  THE  SWORDS 
We  will  make  the  swords  from  peaceful  steel 
That  has  ploughed  the  fields  for  grain — 
And  the  crops  may  lie  in  the  bin  unsoiled, 
For  the  fields  are  covered  with  slain. 
When  the  swords  have  reaped  wfcat  the  war  has  sown, 
And  the  land  laid  waste  brings  forth  again, 
Will  the  ploughshares  then  come  to  their  own, 
And  weld  men  with  world-peace  through  pain? 
As  the  steel  is  heated  and  bent  for  war 
Which  has  served  to  sustain  man's  life  instead, 


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So  the  plans  of  the  Maker  to  use  His  all — 
Though  changed  is  the  form,  called  "dead." 

A  PROPHECY 

When  the  roses  shall  bloom  o'er  the  fields  of  the  earth 

Where  the  red  blood  of  heroes  has  watered  the  soil, 

And  grain-waving  fields  abundance  shall  yield, 

To  bless  every  son  that  will  toil, — 

Forgotten  the  rancour  and  woes  of  the  past, 

Forgiven  the  crimes  of  earth's  men, 

Oh  would  we  were  flesh,  in  the  world  then  to  be, 

To  share  in  its  heaven,  as  when 

Each  Nation  pursued  its  own  plentiful  land, 

In  abundance  to  give  out  a  share; 

For  thus  will  be  found  for  men  on  the  ground, 

A  heaven  complete,  and  all  fair. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHY  THE  WORLD  FORGETS 
Forgotten  was  the  past,  its  woes,  its  tears; 
Forgotten  was  the  history  of  Time; 
And  stilled  was  all  men's  hope,  and  all  man's  joys, 
That  hate  might  rule  in  every  heart  and  clime. 
Worlds  were  undone  with  forces  such  as  these, — 
Quakes  and  tornados  punished  the  land; 
Monsters  of  wrath  swept  underneath  the  sea, — 
And  where  in  all  could  any  see  God's  hand! 

When  devastation  carries  in  its  wake 
The  rule  of  desolation,  yea,  and  crime, 
Have  men  forgotten  all  commands  of  God, 
To  break  His  purpose  on  the  wheel  of  Time. 
They  hold  a  paltry  sum  the  agonies  Supreme, 
With  which  the  King  of  all,  the  Nazarene, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  217 

Came  from  our  God,  gave  up  His  life,  and  rose, 
To  give  the  world  a  Peace  it  has  not  seen. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

WHAT  WILL  THE  WORLD  BE  THEN? 
What  will  the  world  be  like  when  once  its  men 
Returned  from  slaughter  and  war-fields   again, 
Take  up  their  burdens  past  their  lives  to  solve? 
For  eons  upon  eons  must  revolve 
Before  the  price  be  paid  for  one  man's  crime, 
And  nations  rest  in  peace,  and  love  sublime! 
What  will  the  world  be  like  when  guns  have  ceased 
And  o'er  war's  pillaged  lands  the  dove  released? 
Where  will  the  earth  find  sons  and  fathers  then, — 
When  war  is  done,  and  done  to  death  earth's  men ! 
What  will  the  earth  be  like  when  men  no  more 
Find  shelter  or  safe  refuge,  and  no  door 
Where  they  may  rest  content,  securely  blest? 
Will  they  not  wish  they  had  died  with  the  rest? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Apr.  2nd,  '17. 

REMAKE— RESTORE 

Worlds  are  in  such  chaotic  states 
Where  wrought  in  stress  earth's  destinty, 
Upheaved,  a  sundered,  seethed  in  hate, 
Each  claims  and  waits  for  victory. 

Out  of  the  mass  of  life  extinct  (?) 
(Set  free  to  roam  and  build  anew) 
Great  harvest  from  these  armies  "dead"  ( ?) 
AWAKE !  will  raise  new  worlds  to  view. 

Restore,  remake,  adjust,  set  free — 
Upholding  but  One  King,  One  throne, 


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And  this  new  world  the  spirits  claim 
Will  be  their  work  and  God's  alone. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"Let  us  remake  and  restore  our  own  souls,  Sarah,  it  is  all 
that  matters  here."    W.  S. 


UNDER  THE  RED,  WHITE  AND  BLUE 

Song,  by  W.  S.  In  spirit— Through  S.  S. 
DONATED  TO  THE  RED  CROSS 

DEDICATED  TO 

THE  SOLDIERS  AND  SAILORS  OF  THE  U.  S.  A. 

(Accepted  by  Mr.  John  A.  Kinney  for  The  American  Red  Cross, 

389  Fifth  Avenue,  New  York  City.) 

Under  the  Stars  and  Bars, 
Under  the  Red,  White  and  Blue, 
The  Yankees  are  crossing,  crossing  the  sea, 
Valient  for  freedom,  and  true! 
On  patriot's  soil  will  they  fight, 
Fight  'till  they  win  or  they  die! 
For  liberty,  justice,  and  right, — 
For  honor,  and  principals  high! 
Onward  and  onward  they'll  go, 
'Till  the  stars  in  God's  sky  speak  for  All : 
— "Might  shall  not  triumph  o'er  right  'till  men  die, — 
And  never  again  shall  war  call! 

UNDER  THE  STARS  AND  BARS! 

Under  the  Red,  White  and  Blue! 

We're  crossing,  dear  England  and  France, 

Russia,  Serbia,  Italy,  too! 

BELGIUM,  loved  of  the  world, 

We  are  coming  to  help  restore  You ! 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  219 

Millions  and  millions  strong! 

UNDER    THE    KED,   WHITE,    AND    BLUE! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

AT  LAST  THE  HUNS  HAVE  MET  THEIR  FATE 

The  Huns  who  rule  by  divine  right  ( ?) 
At  last  have  met  their  Divine  fate. 
It  took  the  world  to  block  their  way; 
But  'till  His  own  time  God  can  wait. 

Back  to  your  place  under  His  sun, — 

Back  to  your  land,  where  everyone 

Shall  loathe  through  time  the  barbarous  Hun. 

You  leave  the  fields  all  prone  and  waste, — 
And  ravished  to  your  "kultur"  taste. 
Cathedral  spires,  nor  alters,  saved, — 
But  devastated  all,  and  razed, 
That  you  might  find  your  God  back  home, 
Who  never  led  where  demons  roam ! 

Go  back,  you  madmen,  spurned,  accurst! 
For  every  land  you've  done  your  worst. 
Go  reckon  with  God's  power  Supreme — 
With  "Deutschland  over  all"  a  dream 
Inspired  by  Hohenzolleran  clan 
To  rule,  and  blast,  where'er  they  can 
The  while  they  pray  to  God  on  High 
For  help  from  His  all-peaceful  sky! 

Such  fate  awaits  as  God  decrees. 
While  England,  Mistress  of  the  Seas, 
Humane,  and  generous,  bleeding  still, 
Accepts  your  fate  as  God's  own  will. 

William  Shakespeare  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Will  you  sign  my  full  name  to  this  if  you  please.    W.  S. 


;  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

"A  REQUEIM  FOR  THOSE  WHO  DIE" 

(Poem  by  Edith  Thomas) 

W.  S.  prefers,  "The  Soldiers  Requeim."    "To  be  chanted  of 
course."   W.  S. 

"Through  the  Valley  of  the  Shadow"  many  times  passed  he: 
Cheering  to  the  proud  acclaim,  "DEATH,  or  LIBERTY." 
Through  the  shadow,  to  the  valley,  where  all  living  pass, 
Heroes,  soldiers,  comrades,  lovers, — 
Every  lad  and  lass, 
Past  all  dying,  past  all  soldiering, 
Past  the  hate  of  men, 
God  who  gave,  oh  give  him  freedom,— 
Make  all  whole  again ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

BELGIUM 

All  that  her  hands  had  wrought, — 
All  that  her  mind  had  sought, — 
All  that  her  treasure  bought, 

Lost! 

BELGIUM. 

All  that  the  world  can  bring, — 
All  that  poets  can  sing, — 
Through  all  ages  shall  ring, 

Thine, 

BELGIUM. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

A    NEW-YEAR    PRAYER 

Jan.  1st,  >17 

We  praise  Thee,  O  God,  for  the  new-birth  of  Time ! 
That  today  we  may  enter  a  door 
Of  a  chamber  unsealed  in  Thy  wisdom  and  care, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  221 

Having  blessings  we  knew  not  of  yore! 

For  we  know  that  Thy  storehouse  new  promises  hold, 

As  we  leave  all  our  failures  behind; 

And  into  the  new,  as  out  from  the  old, 

We  take  Thy  full  pardon,  all  kind! 

We  may  not  go  back  through  the  old-rooms  of  Time, — 

Until  at  the  last  on  Thy  shore, 

When  halted  for  us  the  procession  of  days, 

We  traverse  the  old  haunts  once  more! 

ONE  KING,  ONE  LAND,  ONE  SONG ! 

We  will  all  join  in  the  singing  of  our  country's  National 

hymn, — 

And  lustily  our  voices  raise,  hoping  our  own  will  win, 
While  other  men  of  other  lands,  their  brave  hearts  all  attune, 
Will  mouth   THEIK  National  anthem,  too,  morning,  night, 

and  noon ! 

All  voices  raised  to  the  same  God — all  hopes  sent  to  His  sky — 
And  yet   these  words   are  traitor's  words, — they   send   men 

forth  to  die 

Against  His  law,  against  His  will,  and  all  the  hopes  of  life; 
They  foster  bitterness  and  hatred,  ay,  and  add  to  Nation's 

strife! 

But  take  them  all  and  make  one  hymn  for  One  Who  God  of  all 
Forbids  His  own  to  kill  or  slay,  or  battle  'till  they  fall. 
Then  by  this  King  of  All  be  led  forth  to  one  land  for  all — 
And  find  His  kingdom  come  on  earth,  where  all  obey  His  call ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

There  is  a  world  when  men  are  "dead" 
Surrounding  this,  as  near  it  too — 
Invisible  to  mortal's  sight, 
Except  a  favored  few. 


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When  these  have  passed  and  look  and  plead 
With  theirs  to  hold  and  keep  them  near, 
How  will  they  feel,  when  no  response 
Shall  ever  come  from  eye  or  ear! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TO   GIVE 

Where  is  a  heart  so  great  as  thine, 
Which  sees  past  rueful  woe, — 
Except  the  ones  almost  divine, 
Without  themselves  loved  so! 

Where  is  the  land  where  One  shall  give 
All — keeping  naught  but  love: 
It  is  not  where  this  one  has  been, 
But  must  be  far  above. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SEEKERS 

Some  day  where  the  land  is  hidden 
In  the  saints  eternal  rest, 
Stainless  in  their  holy  garments 
Shall  the  sinless  souls  be  blest? 

Sacred  as  the  Lord's  evangels, 
Pure  as  the  great  God's  behest, 
Shall  the  earth  abiding  spirits 
Find  a  welcome  in  their  quest? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  MOUNTAIN 

Towering  on  high  its  snow-capped  peak  serene 
In  its  majestic  state  a  lofty  Queen. 
Within  its  dormant  breast  what  hidden  treasures  lie, 
Till  Mother  Earth  shakes  forth  no  eye  can  spy. 


HY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  223 

So  must  our  human  forms  and  faces  bear 
Many  a  secret  none  but  God  can  share. 
Some  be  as  mountains,  lofty,  towering,  high, 
Sharing  His  secrets,  lone  until  they  die. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE    KEAPERS 
"A  sower  went  forth  to  sow,"     .     .    in  the  glare  of  the  mid-day 

sun: 
"Behold,"  said  he,  "I  sow  in  glee,  from  now  'till  the  day  is 

done." 

That  direful  day  is  past— as  passeth  the  day  of  man : 

What  the  sower  sowed,  he  reaps,  at  the  end  of  life's  short  span. 

The  tares  and  nettles  and  chaff,  he  reaps  instead  of  grain: 
The  reaper  grim  shows  them  to  him,  and  bids  him  sow  again ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"THE  INVISIBLE  BALANCE  SHEET" 
(With  acknowledgement  to  the  author,  Katrina  Trask) 
There  is  written  on  the  tablets  of  their  air, 

Where  record  of  the  Soul  is  kept,  and  true, 
Both  erring  deeds  and  good,  which  have  made  up 
The  last  account,  which  shall  be  waiting  you. 

Did  mortals  know  the  misery  which  accrues 
The  interest  on  the  debt  owed  to  themselves, 
The  while  they  robbed  their  God  of  justice  here, 
And  held  for  Him  no  store  upon  Life's  shelves, 

They  would  compute  more  gain,  and  losses  less, — 
Nor  think  to  fool  All  Wisdom  at  the  end, 

To  rob  and  owe  less —  give  and  succeed  more, 
Nor  borrow  never  that  but  God  can  lend ! 

N.Y.,  May  10,  '17. 


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"IF  THERE'S  A  GOD,—" 

"If  there's  a  God,"  I  hear  men  say,— 
(Fine  men,  His  sons,  and  fair) 
What  can  He  mean,  where  is  He  now? 
Does  this  war  speak  His  care?" 

Oh  men  who  walk  the  earth  and  stare 
Up  to  His  heavenly  sky, — 
"If  there's  a  God,"  ye  soon  shall  know 
When  ye  pass  out  and  "die." 

"If  there's  a  God"  ye  puny  things 
Who  never  paid  Him  back 
With  ever  e'en  so  small  a  love, 
What  shall  ye  one  day  lack! 

"If  There's  A  God"   (and  ye  are  His) 
How  infinitismal  small 
Are  ye,  and  all  the  ones  like  ye, 
For  which  He  gave  His  all. 

O  JUSTICE  with  Thy  scales  unseen! 

Unhanded,  seeing,  eyes! 

Invisibly  doth  each  act  weigh, 

In  Thy  immortal  skies! 

As  Thou  hast  made  the  dust  of  man 

To  cover  spirit  sight, 

So  hast  Thou,  in  Thy  hidden  plan, 

A  balance  true  and  right. 

To  see  man's  past  writ  on  a  scroll, 

Unfolded,  balanced,  plain, 

This  is  the  hell  that  Wisdom  planned : 

The  soul's  undying  pain. 


cr  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  Ui:r> 

WONDERS  AND  SIGNS 

The  Father  gave  all  power  to  Him,  here  and  forevermore, — 
Along  the  sea  of  Gallilee,  and  near  Bethsaida's  shore,  — 
And  gave  Him  wonder-works  all  His,  and  signs  which  followed, 
too, 

He  touched  the  blind,  and  made  them  see;  He  healed  the 

leper's  sore: 

"The  halt  arose,  and  leapt  for  joy" !  And  praised  Him  evermore ! 
Still  He  performs  these  miracles,  And  asks  that  ye  but  give 
His  Father,  through  Whom  all  is  done,  Thy  praises  while  ye 

live. 


In  the  wellsprings  of  being  a  fount  is  concealed, 
Whose  healing  abundant  e'en  leperosy  healed: 
When  Jesus  uplifted  a  finger  or  prayer 
The  sinner  at  once  stood  purified  there. 

So  now  on  the  earth  is  this  fountain  revealed 
Through  an  instrument  fine  through  the  spirit  unsealed : 
And  the  day  she  goes  forth  by  one  word  to  her  God, 
The  dead  shall  arise  who  have  lain  'neath  the  sod. 

This  message  we  tell  thee  this  one  does  not  know: 
But  we  have  known  long  who  serve  mortals  below. 
She  will  heal  she  will  preach  she  will  hear  she  will  see — 
And  these  but  a  half  of  her  miracles  be! 

W.  S.   (Thine)   In  spirit  Through  S.  S. 

WHAT  PURPOSE? 

Living  and  breathing,  but  with  purpose  not, 
The  vast  bulk  of  humanity 

Eats,  drinks,  and  sleeps,  and  spends  their  idle  days 
In  killing  time,  lest  they  should  hear,  or  see 


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The  throngs  of  spirits  gathered  everywhere 
A  mortal  walks  or  sits  upon  the  earth; 
While  jokes  are  played,  in  their  superior  glee, 
Or  writers  jibe  at  claims  of  spirit-birth. 

What  has  the  world  then  profited,  I  ask, 
By  life,  or  death,  of  humble  Nazarene? 
What  profit  had  been  theirs  in  olden  times, 
Had  Jesus  spirits  never  heard  or  seen? 

What  profited  the  world  by  sacrifice 
Of  One  Who  gave  His  life  that  they  might  see? 
When  life  is  ended  here,  behold  the  cross 
All  such  must  bear  throughout  eternity. 

"YE  CANNOT  BEAR  THEM  NOW,—" 

Should  God  uplift  the  curtain, 

'Tween  earth  and  spirit-worlds, 

And  man  should  find  the  distance  nil, 

Or,  see  where  dying  hurls 

The  soul  they  thought  would  go  to  Him, 

At  last  life's  pain  were  done, 

When  they  had  borne  the  earthly  cross, 

The  crown,  then  would  be  won !  m 

Could  mortals  know  that  life  beyond, 

Reflected  is  of  this; 

And  all  the  love  which  they  have  known, 

Must  be  their  heavenly  bliss, — 

As  well  all  woe  that  they  have  caused, 

Must  weigh  and  bear  them  down,— 

How  few,  but  understanding  Him, 

Could  hope  for  any  crown ! 

"I  have  many  things  to  tell 
Which  are  aftiaet  th«  law: 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  2*27 

But  could  ye  earth-folk  know  the  truth, 
Ye'd  see  as  Jesus  saw! 


SALVATION 

War  hinders  God  from  His  intents. 
War  sends  forth  souls  before  their  time. 
War  voices  scream  through  peaceful  skies, 
War  dogs  decry  all  God's  sweet  rhyme. 

Outside  the  lines  of  bitter  foes, 
Where  all  of  His  own  rest  and  wait, 
Where  each  must  answer  to  His  call, 
Or  serve  Him  only,  soon  or  late. 

Where  God's  salvation  wars  with  sin, 
An  Emperor's  greed  with  souls  has  strewn,- 
Marking  the  path  where  One  of  Peace 
For  all  of  time  His  words  hath  hewn. 

Where  heroes  fall  for  lack  of  Love, — 
For  love  of  Him  whose  blood  was  spilled 
That  life  eternal  is  for  all 
Whose  hearts  are  with  salvation  filled. 


O,  when  the  cheek  of  early  dawn  rests  on  the  breast  of  day, 
And  the  jewelled  Queen  lays  off  her  robe  and  puts  her  crown 

away,— 

'Tis  like  the  new-born  spirit  come  to  lands  not  far,  but  wide : 
The  moment  when  the  bridegroom,  "death,"  has  come  to  meet 

his  bride! 

A  babe  within  the  measuring  scales  of  God's  Almighty  hand ! 
Betwixt  the  night  and  day  we  see  'twas  but  the  dawn  which 

spanned. 


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THY    HERITAGE 

Leave  but  a  memory  when  you  pass — 
Like  fragrance  of  a  summer-rose, 
A  breeze  shall  stir,  and  on  its  wing 
Shall  waft  it  far  as  zephyr  blows! 

Leave  but  a  thought  of  your  own  mind, 
To  bless  when  you  have  passed  beyond, 
And,  where  thoughts  wing,  and  stir,  or  wake, 
You  still  shall  have  affection  fond! 

Leave,  then,  some  deed,  in  trust,  and  kind, 
Which  marked  a  hope  on  one  poor  soul, 
And  you  will  find  to  welcome  you, 
In  deed  and  kind,  One  who  makes  whole. 

"BEHOLD  I  STAND  AT  THE  DOOR,—" 

Behold  the  portal  opened  wide ! 

I  stand  within  the  Door 

Of  thine  own  heart,  the  heart  of  God! 

And  closed  nevermore 

The  portals  where  thy  Lord  doth  stand 

Who  supped  and  sorrowed,  died 

Upon  the  cross  thy  soul  to  save, 

Ay,  even  crucified, 

That  ye,  with  hearts  enclosed  with  sin, 

Might  see  Him  in  the  door! 

No  tomb  could  seal  sweet  Mary's  Son, 

Nor  hold  Him  evermore. 

A  CROSS  OF  GOLD 
When  shepherds  lead  the  flocks  of  Him 
Upon  the  hillsides  steep, 
They  look  on  High  and  find  the  Star 
To  guide  their  wayward  feet. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  229 

>Tis  then  the  Star  but  leads  them  on, 
(And  never  will  forsake) 
Leading  to  paths  where  Jesus  walked ; 
The  Way  He  chose  to  take. 

His  lot  was  humble  and  despised ; 
He  gave  His  life  to  save; 
Hoping  the  stone  was  rolled  away 
Forever  from  the  grave. 

To-day  behold  men's  bleeding  hands 
Spiked  on  crosses  of  gold! 
The  humble  way  that  Jesus  trod, 
Is  just  a  fable  told. 

Men  choose  these  crosses;  bind  their  souls; 
Lives,  hearts,  here  crucify; 
But  where  crosses  of  gold  lead  them, 
They  must  learn  when  they  "die." 

THE  DOWNWARD  PATH 

Two  paths  divided  with  a  cross 
Are  on  the  earth  today 
The  same  as  when  He  met  His  loss, 
And  for  our  sins  did  pay. 

The  downward  path,  with  burden  light, 
Leads  where  there  is  no  sun : 
A  pit  of  darkness   (which  is  hell) 
At  last  when  life  is  done. 

But  he  who  looks  up  to  the  cross 
On  which  our  Saviour  died, 
And  walks  His  way  his  debt  to  pay, 
Must  here  be  crucified. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


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THE  PATIENCE  OF  GOD 

When  the  Kingdom-of-heaven  was  planned  for  the  earth. 
And  God  gave  His  Son  to  prove  spirit-birth, 
He  hoped  that  mankind  would  accept  all  His  pain, 
And  never  on  earth  doubt  the  Spirit  again! 

But  the  world,  grave  in  doubt,  and  immersed  still  in  sin, 
Went  back  to  its  Mammon,  as  though  He  had  not  been,— 
And  the  following  few  who  still  listened  and  heard 
Were  not  able  to  claim  for  the  spirit  a  word! 

Lest  the  truth  of  the  word,  for  which  Jesus  died, 
Should  make  their  own  bodies  with  Him  crucified! 
Thus  the  hope  of  the  world  through  the  spirit  was  fled ; 
And  men  chose  to  think  of  their  lost-ones  as  "dead." 

To  the  One  who  had  given  His  life  on  the  cross, 

And  His  Father  Who  gave  Him,  then,  this  was  a  loss, 

Until  half  the  world  laid  murdered  and  slain 

No  hope  for  the  spirit  did  God  see  again. 

To  save  His  own  children,  to  perfect  His  plan, 
God  gave  His  one  Son,  whom  He  brought  forth  as  man ; 
But  to  wake  their  poor  souls  to  this  knowledge  of  God, 
Their  own  sons  must  be  slain,  and  their  blood  soak  the  sod! 

Now  waiteth  His  hosts  on  the  edge  of  the  world, 
With  flocks  of  white-doves,  and  banners  unfurled, 
To  show  the  ones  living  all  those  that  have  died 
Are  living  in  spirit  with  Him  crucified. 


TO 


Remould  the  past  to  suit  your  own  decree, 
Adjusting  His  outcast,  unworn,  divinity, — 
Selfblinded  see  no  God  but  nature's  law, 
While  in  His  Divine  purpose  point  the  flaw, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  231 

And  yield  naught  to  Him  but  your  sacred  bones 
No  one  cares  who  entombs  mayhap,  nor  owns,  — 
THEN  stand  revealed  as  here  you  are,  nor  more, 
Whe.n  from  the  part  you  left  you  ARE  the  core, 
And  pass  along  where  are  your  kind,  nor  less, 
And  live,  all  live,  forever,  in  distress. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  1st,  1918. 
N.  O.,  La. 

WHERE  SHALL  JESUS  FIND  THE  TABLE  SPREAD 

FOR  HIM 

When  Christ  appears  again  on  earth 
To  sup  once  more  with  men, 
Shall  Twelve  sit  waiting  with  the  cup, 
As  His  twelve  waited  then? 

Where  shall  Christ  find  the  table  spread, 
And  love  awaiting  Him? 
When  He  shall  come,  mayhap  'fore  day? 
Where,  lights  all  bright,   atrim? 

When  Jesus  left  he  bade  men  watch 
Until  He  come  again. 
Will  He  find  Twelve  to  share  His  cup, 
And  brake  His  bread,  as  then? 

He  walks  today,  by  most  unseen, 
Upon  the  bloodstained  earth, 
And  knows  the  hell  man  made  himself, 
Whom  God  provided  birth. 


When  all  the  world  now  living  sleeps, — 
And  all  their  prayers  are  ceased  antl  saw!,- 


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The  world-folk  then  may  see  their  own, 
And  say  at  last,  "There  are  no  dead." 

SORROW'S  CROWN 

Invisibly  ye  may  be  crowned; 

As  One  who  wore  the  thorn 

Passed  on  to  wear  His  Father's  crown, 

And  be  with  Him,  new-born. 

Invisible  to  mortal  eyes 

The  birthright  of  the  soul: 

So  shineth  many  a  diadem 

His  hand  alone  may  dole. 

THE   TEST 

Just  take  the  world  as  you  find  it, 
Whatever  its  losses  may  be : 
Accustomed  to  pain,  you'll  not  mind  it, 
And  losses  may  mean  victory! 
Oh,  never  pass  out  from  the  earth-plane 
To  the  land  where  all  spirits  seek  rest, 
Unknowing  the  plan  of  the  Maker: 
Through  pain,  is  the  soul  put  to  test. 

THE   POTTER    AND    THE    CLAY 
To  take  the  dust  and  fashion  it  as  man, 
And  breathe  into  that  dust  the  breath  of  life, 
And  in  that  clay  another  form  to  make, 
No  hand  can  slay  by  shot  or  shell  or  knife, — 

To  mould  the  vessel  from  the  Infinite, 
And  in  His  image  to  complete  the  twain  called  man, 
This  was  the  Master  Artists'  self-appointed  task,— 
To  imitate  Whom,  man  doth  all  he  can. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

\ 

THE    TOETS 

When  the  world  is  asleep  and  the  flowers  all  are  dead, 
And  a  blanket  of  snow  covers  over  instead 
The  beautiful  land  where  the  birds  have  once  sung, 
And  the  May-pops  by  children  gaily  were  strung,— 
There's  a  sigh  in  the  heart,  and  a  wish  in  the  head, 
That  the  Winter  were  o'er,   and  the  Spring  come  instead! 

When  the  earth  reawakens  and  dons  her  green  dress, 
And  the  sun  in  his  splendour  outvies  the  wind's  press, 
We  look  and  we  listen  for  earth's  lovely  things, 
For  blossoming  vines,  and  gay-colored  wings, 
Soft-breezes,  perfumes,  and  a  lover's  fond  sigh,— 
For  'tis  Spring!     It  is  Spring! 
Hence  we  sing — you,  and  I! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SPURIOUS  GEMS 
These  gems  I  hold  like  drops  of  rain 
Strung  on  this  little  plaited  chain, 
Are  spurious,  and  worthless  quite, 
Except  they  scintillate  with  light. 

Now  there  ARE  gems  whose  priceless  worth 
Are  uncomputed  on  this  earth 
Until  men  pass  where  these  shine  aye 
With  brilliance  time  fades  not  away. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  'Through  S.  S.) 

TO  A  POET-CLOWN:    Sarah  Shatford 

When  you  smirk  and  you  wince,  like  my  own  puppet-clowns, 
I  go  back  to  the  days  of  my  time, 
And  wish  I  had  had  on  the  stage  such  as  YOU, 
To  play  out  my  pieces  and  rhyme! 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

But  you  see  it  is  late,  and  the  drama  is  o'er, — 

And  the  stage  is  the  sky,  and  no  more 

Shall  Prospero  with  magic  attend; 

For  he  works  now  for  God,  to  the  core. 

W.  S.    In  spirit 

THINGS  WE  NEED 

We  need  the  things  gold  cannot  buy 

To  save  our  souls  from  sin  and  crime; 

We  need  the  love  that  stays  and  binds 

Through  ages  and  through  time. 

WTe  need  the  God  that  heals  and  cures ; 

We  need  the  Great  God's  care,— 

To  juvinate,  revivify, 

Restore,  remould,  repair. 

We  need  His  blessing  to  endure 

The  blighting  of  our  souls  through  crime ; 

And  oh,  we  spirits  must  be  poor 

Who  need  but  have  him  not  through  time. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHERE  WORLDS  DIVIDE 
There  is  a  path  which  leads  on  high, 
And  one  which  leads  to  lower  realm; 
For  mortals  here  are  left  the  choice, 
Each  soul  a  captain  at  the  helm ! 
Where  worlds  divide  each  goes  his  way, 
Nor  seeks  to  help  his  brotherman; 
Yet  are  we  one  and  the  same  flesh, 
Where  this  short  bridge  doth  span! 
We  take  our  ease  and  look  on  high — 
We  see  no  way  to  help  the  poor. 
We  pity  from  our  inmost  hearts — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  235 

While  these  continue  to  endure. 
What  is  the  spell  of  earthly  ease, 
That  man  can  feed  himself  a  king, 
And  praise  no  God,  nor  emulate— 
Create  no  song  one  heart  can  sing! 
No  gifts  within  such  hands  they  bring, 
But  poor  and  pitied  shall  they  be; 
Looked  down  upon  for  lack  of  worth- 
Divided  from  the  rich  who  see. 

Amen. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


A  KENEGADES  POKTEAIT  OF  HIMSELF 

Spouf  of  a  wildcat  and  a  hare, 
A  brainless  mite;  a  ne'erdowell, 
Reviling  God  who  made  him  such: 
A  wretch  who  travels  but  to  hell. 
(Meaning  anyone  who  leads  this  life.) 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


HOW  CAN  YOU  KNOW? 
How  can  you  know  there  is  no  death  when  you  go  hence 

from  here, 

If  when  your  near  and  dear  ones  call  across  the  distant  bier, 
You  do  not  care  to  hear  their  call,  nor  even  their  distress,— 
But  careless,  laugh  them  in  the  face,  when  they  pluck  at  your 

dress, 
So  near  they  are  your  very  breath,— your  very  thoughts  the 

same 

As  when  in  flesh  they  took  your  hand  and  called  you  by 
your  name! 


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They  are  not  dead,  and  they  are  here,  yes  here,  right  by  your 

side, 
All  friends  whom  you  have  placed  in  graves,  are  living,  have 

not  died! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

MAN'S  SIN 

"The  curse  of  man,"  is  often  heard;  (and  often  seen  as  well) 
When  phrase  like  this  falls  from  man's  lips, 
Who  would  his  own  sin  tell. 
Some  wonder  what  this  curse  can  be,  since  God  made  him  like 

Him, 
And  bade  him  drink  from  all  the  dregs  a  cup  full  to  the  brim. 

There  is  a  curse  which  all  men  know — (an  awful  curse  which 

kills) 

To  know  no  rest  from  passion's  lust,  a  craving  no-love  fills. 
This  is  the  "curse  of  man"  on  earth,  he  carries  to  the  grave, 
Then  wonders  how  his  soul  is  lost  he  never  tried  to  save ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  END  OF  TIME 
Make  us  to  see,  O  Lord,  Thy  agony, 
And  all  Thy  wounds  and  pain. 
Help  us  to  see  Thy  crown  of  thorns, 
And  hear  Thy  cries  again, 
As  on  the  way  to  Calvary 
Thy  cross  and  Thou  didst  go, 
While  scorned  and  scouraged,  but  faithful  still, 
Thy  Father's  love  didst  know. 
O  help  us  know  while  we  are  here 
Thy  sacrifice  doth  bless; 
And  though  Thou  art  the  risen  Lord, 
Thou  art  ours  none  the  less. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  237 

O  make  us  see  Thy  Calvary 
Can  save  men  from  their  sin: 
O  lift  us  to  Thy  Paradise, 
Dear  Lord,  and  take  us  in. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Good-Friday,  April  6th,  1917. 
New  York. 

THE  HILLS  OF  GOD 

Through  the  mists  of  the  morn,  a  new  promise  is  born, 

a  peak  lifts  its  cloud-crowned  head, — 
Through  the  maize  of  the  ways  where  for  life  mortal  strays. 

and  at  last  to  the  heights  are  they  led ! 
For  at  last  shines  a  Star  where  these  poor  mortals  are, 

and  at  last  when  they  lay  down  their  dead, 
'Neath  the  sod  where  no  rod  was  given  by  God, 

by  this  Star  will  earth's  mourners  be  led! 
In  the  Valley  of  Night,  with  no  hope  and  no  light, 

they  have  trudged  through  the  gloom  pace  by  pace, 
With  never  a  sign  of  this  Spirit  of  Thine, 

and  never  a  glimpse  of  God's  face! 

Behind  is  the  Valley  where  bugles  will  rally 

and  call  from  the  gored  battle-fields, 
The  men  who  have  led  them,  the  cannons  which  fed  them, 

to  give  all  the  best  an  earth  yields! 
And  led  by  a  Star,  where  the  crowned  peaks  are, 

men  will  rise  to  God's  hills  in  the  skies, 
And  never  know  more  aught  of  brother's  spilled  gore, 

but  the  love  that  shines  out  from  God's  eyes ! 

Then  let  us  but  say,  we  who  write  this  to-day, 

who  look  on  from  a  world  little  known, 
It  must  be  through  the  Christ  who  was  once  crucified, 
That  at  last  all  shall  come  to  their  own. 


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THE  GLORY  OF  GOD 
On  earth  in  the  kingdom  ruled  by  kings, 
Where  is  glory  of  riches  and  paltry  things, 
Where  men  must  kneel  to  approach  a  throne, 
Where  a  fellow-being  rules  alone, 

There  is  pomp  and  trappings  and  service  fine, 
And  splendour  of  fabric,  viands,  and  wine, 
To  dazzle  the  sight,  and  make  men  fear; 
But  'there  is  no  tinseled  king's  throne  here, 

Where  the  burst  of  morn  for  the  one  new-born 
Is  his  kingdom  fair,  else  he  is  forlorn. 
And  the  richest  gift  he  can  bring  along 
To  the  throne  of  God,  is  a  praise  of  song! 

There  is  no  throne  here ;  and  no  crowned  king ; 
No  rights  divine  for  the^  royalty  ring! 
But  the  glory  of  God  men  bring  from  earth 
May  reach  to  the  throne  of  the  spirit's  birth ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


GOD'S   LOVE 

There  is  a  love  past  understanding, — 
From  a  Source  where  love  is  all: 
It  will  never  leave  you  comfortless, — 
It  will  lift  you  when  you  fall. 

There  is  a  love  of  righteousness ; 
A  love  without  a  stain; 
This  Love  once  known  must  ever  be 
The  antidote  of  pain. 

There  is  a  love  one  cannot  lose, — 
God's  love  grows  never  cold ; 


nv  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  239 

It  is  the  treasure  Jesus  brought, 
Whose  wealth  is  half  untold. 

There  is  a  love  for  you  and  me 
To  claim  this  day  our  own : 
God  reaches  out  His  arms  to  you, 
And  asks  you  to  come  Home! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

GOD'S  WOED 

God's  Word  is  a  mine  of  wonderful  gems, 
Where  pearls  of  great  price  are  all  free; 
Unmined  must  these  gems  be  unless  men  will  search, 
Unknown  their  great  value  must  be. 

Kiches  are  here  for  those  who  will  seek, 
All  stored  that  poor  mortals  can  see, — 
Yet  beggars  there  are  preferring  no  task, 
Who  must  envy  our  vast  treasury. 

Shall  we  go  hence  then  rich  in  possession, 
These   beautiful   gems   in   our   breast, 
Or,  stricken  in  poverty,  homeless, 
Be  consigned  with  the  beggars  to  rest! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHAT  GAIN? 

What  were  the  gain  if  all  the  world  you  won, 
And  lost  the  soul  God  gave,  or  left  undone 
The  work  God  meant,  as  mortal,  you  should  do? 
Throughout  eternity  what  were  the  gain  to  you? 

What  were  the  gain  if  all  be  bitter  loss? 
What, gain  were  ours  but  for  Jesus'  cross! 
Then  should  you  whine  if  one  with  the  Divine 
You  lose  the  world,  but  save  this  soul  of  thine? 


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What  were  the  loss  if  but  the  world  you  gain, 
And  thrust  back  into  God's  hand  but  your  soul's  pain! 
What  were  the  loss  if  heaven   receives  you  not? 
What  is  the  world,  then,  if  this  be  your  lot. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

GIVE   GOD   HIS   DUE 
Mayhap  His  plans  include  migrating  souls 
Who  pass,  repassing  in  the  fecund  womb, 
Enlarging  thus  the  Light  as  on  they  pass? 
This  makes  the  female  then  a  prey  by  chance,  a  tomb! 

God's  mysteries  are  hidden:    are  they  His. 
No  chance  His  spark  engulfed  is,  be  sure. 
Ye  are  His  children,  reared  to  give  Him  all: 
Past  mortal  minds  His  secrets  to  endure. 

Give  Him  His  due:   He  made  thee  like  Himself. 
The  laws  He  wrote  He  made,  and  loved  thee  well 
When  He  sent  One  He  loved  to  save  all  men 
From  their  own  selfish  ends,  even  from  hell. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
To  the  Theosophical  Society,  New  Orleans,  La. 
Feb.,  '18. 

"Mark  this  sheet  and  then  no  more,  today."   W.  S. 

"THE  WAY— THE  TRUTH— AND  THE  LIFE" 
There  is  one  God,  one  Way:  the  truth  is  His: 
No  better  way  has  any  thinker  found. 
His  footprints  mark  this  thorny  bloodstained  path, — 
No  reason  chooses  ever  one  thus  sound. 

There  is  one  Life:  each  travels  the  same  road, 
If  they  have  shared  His  sorrows  or  His  loss. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  241 

And  when  we  reach  the  life  beyond  through  "death," 
We  bear  each  others  burdens  with  our  cross. 

The  Truth  is  shunned,  each  seeking  stranger  gods, 
Awakening  to  the  truth  when  past  the  Gate 
And  finding  yet  themselves  they  brought  along, 
Bemoan  their  lack,  no  punishment  of  fate. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
To  the  Theosophical  Society,  New  Orleans,  La. 
Feb.,  '18. 

"THE  DAWN  OF  A  PERFECT  DAY" 
Music  played  in  the  dining  salon  at  Hotel  Grunewald, 

N.  O.,  La.,  Feb.,  1918 
"My  flute  gives  me  the  subject  this  time.   The  first  I  recall." 

W.  S.   In  spirit. 

Perfection  is  but  God.    His  day  must  come. 
He  may  evolve  perfection  from  His  clay, 
Or,  with  His  mighty  hand,  and  one  marked  stroke 
Wipe  matter's  imperfections  here  away. 

When  His  day  dawns,  when  God  comes  to  His  own, 
And  Love  reflects  His  all  empowering  ray, 
Will  men  be  brothers,  where  One  King  doth  rule, 
And  last  the  dawn  of  righteousness:    God's  day. 

Wm.  Shakespeare  in  spirit 
(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 

THE  LAW 

There  is  a  court  where  men  may  try 
Their  cases  'fore  blind  Justices'  eyes, — 
Based  on  the  laws  of  those  passed  out 
To  meet  their  Judge  beyond  the  skies, 
But  intrigued  ever  for  a  sum, 


242  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Manipulated,    juggled   oft, — 

To  feather  some  poor  lawyer's  nest, 

And  make  his  earthly  lot  more  soft. 

But  in  the  great  tribunal  where 
Each  man  must  kneel,  and  judged  be, 
No  court  can  save,  or  honor,  there, 
Where  Justice  is  the  only  plea. 
When  men  bow  down  and  worship  gold, 
And  kill  their  brothers  face  to  face, 
Must  not  the  Law  adjust  these  wrongs, 
To  make  God's  world  a  heavenly  place? 

THOU   SHALT  NOT   STEAL 

This  is  the  old  Mosaic  law,  as  writ  upon  the  stone: 
There  is  no  other  has  been  made  by  which  a  man  can  own 
The  wealth  another  one  has  earned  but  he  has  grabbed  instead ; 
And  this  is  still  the  law  on  High,  when  they're  outstripped, 

or  "dead." 

When  men  rise  up  to  see  themselves  as  God  has  seen  them  aye, 
What  will  they  say  where  spirits  roam,  and  pay,  and  pay  and 

pay! 

This  here  would  make  a  sermon  then,  to  one  who  writes  for  me : 
Wish  nothing  more  than  that  you  have,  and  here  contented  be : 
This  one  has  made  a  great  mistake  and  would  repay  it  now ; 
But  when  he  comes  where  no  one  cares,  his  debt  is  worse  I  vow. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  FOREVER 

More  than  a  span,  nor  less  than  aye 
The  life  after  the  grave — 
And  yet  the  heedless  spurn  their  God, 
When  He  alone  can  save. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  243 

More  than  the  life  of  earth  can  give, 
—If  that  life  held  earth's  store— 
God  holds  within  His  outstretched  palm: 
To  live  forevermore! 

Oh,  weary  seekers  after  gold, 

At  last  ye  enter  in, 

What  shall  your  hands  of  this  enfold, 

Who   knew  no  god   but   sin. 

What  shall  ye  hand  up  to  the  King 

To  claim  you  His  or  nay 

When  last  those.hands  must  spread  the  wealth 

He  promised  you  for  aye! 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


"THOU  SHALT  NOT  COMMIT  ADULTERY" 

There  is  a  state  of  mind  which  is  all  this, 
Although  no  act  committed  be: 
To  look  upon  all  womankind  for  this 
If  you  are  bound  or  free 
Commits  you  to  a  whoreson's  place  at  last, 
Since  you  gave  up  your  mind  to  lustful  god, 
You  must  inhabit  with  these  tfren  when  passed, 
When  your  adultrous  frame  lies  neath  the  sod. 
For  mind  is  wont  to  play  its  part  so  far  f 

The  act  is  here  committed  without  frame — 
And  every  spirit  who  comes  out  as  such 
Must  pay  the  price,  and  bear  adulterers  name. 
The  act  of  copulation  is  theirs  still: 
Since  God  is  here  and  gave  Creation's  bliss, 
He  gives  them  this:  to  create  through  the  will  (mind) 
W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


244  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Take  me,  and  let  me  live,  O  God  most  High — 

Unto  Thy  arms  at  last  I  fly — 

Seeking  safe  harbour  from   life's  pelting   storm — ' 

Upon  its  crafty  sea, 

O  Lord  receive  me  as  new-born 

For  I  would  come  to  Thee! 

Let  me  no  harm  to  this  one  do  I  have  worked  through,- 

For  I  would  leave  her  but  with  You. 

Take  from  her  tender  heart,  its  weight  of  woe — 

In  Thine  arms  enfold  her,  when  I  go 

Out  on  the  highway  with  the  wolves  which  keep 

Lambs  from  the  fold,  Shepherd  from  the  sheep. 

Make  me  some  place  anear  her,  Lord,  at  last, 

When  through  the  raging  sea  her  barque  is  fast 

On  Thy  calm  shore  of  Peace  forevermore — 

When  earth  is  past. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE   BEST  WOMAN   IN  THE   BIBLE 

The  Word  with  all  its  sacred  lore 

Of  women   good  and  fine 

Describes  the  lot  of  one,  just  one, 

Who  was  of  all  divine; 

But  there  is  one  whose  sin,  and  love, 

Is  writ  for  all  of  time 

Within  archives  of  human  hearts 

Whose  history  is  sublime; 

With  all  its  errors  overcome, 

With  all  its  past  forgiven: 

A  saint  among  the  saintliest, 

Is  Magdelene  in  heaven. 

While  on  the  earth  where  she  has  wept, 

And  trod  a  stainless  way, 


BY    SlIAKKSl'KARE's    Sl'IRIT  L'l .") 

A  sinner  with  a  sinner's  past, 

Points   to   a   sinless   day. 

She  told  her  sin  with  burning  tears; 

She  prayed  her  prayers  with  love : 

She  followed,  served  Him,  faithfully; 

And  rests  with  Him  above. 

To  her  who  overcome  so  much, 

So  much,  at  last,  was  given; 

She  bore  with  Him  his  earthly  cross, 

And  shares  His  bliss  in  heaven. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"GO,  AND   SIN  NO  MORE" 
A  woman  knelt  at  the  feet  of  Him 
Who   had   drank   of   sorrow's  cup: 
And  abased  because  of  her  sins  she  craved 
His  pardon,  to  lift  her  up! 

The  Nazarene  knew  all  her  world, 
And  had  passed  through  its  mighty  wave; 
So  bending  down  He  took  her  hand, 
And  His  pardon  gently  gave! 

She  rose  up  whole;  and  left  her  sin 
A  burden  at  Jesus'  feet; 
While  from  that  hour,  as  one  divine, 
She  worshipped  and  bathed  His  feet, 

And  wiped  them  with  the  hair  of  her  head, 
And  followed  Him  to  the  cross 
Aghast  at  His  torn  and  bleeding  side. 
With  tears  for  the  sad  world's  loss! 

On  the  way  from  the  tomb  when  our  Lord  arose, 
He  met  her  sorrowing  on  the  way. 


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And  her  story  is  written  in  tears  and  blood 
From  then  'till  God's  judgment  day. 

INCREASING  STORE 
Here  in  the  land  where  nature  clothes 
Her  children  with  her  best, 
And  there  is  work,  and  aim,  and  bliss, 
And,  best  of  all,  is  rest, 
I've  been  a  weary  pilgrim  long; 
Too  long,  it  seems  to  me; 
And,  should  they  call,  I  would  leave  all, 
To  be  at  last  with  Thee. 
But  when  I  count  my  blessings  o'er, 
The  gifts  Thou  gavest  me, 
An  inventory  then  I  make 
Of  what  I'll  take  to  Thee! 
My  store  is  meagre,  shabby,  poor, 
The  tears  rush  to  my  eyes 
To  think  how  little  CAN  I  take 
With  me,   out  to  Thy  skies! 
And  so,  Dear  Lord,  I  fain  would  stay, 
Increasing  gifts  of  Thine, 
Until  these  gifts  returned  to  Thee, 
Shame  not  this  soul  of  mine. 

W.  S.  For  S.  S.  Through  S.  S. 
May  22nd,   1918,   N.  Y.  City. 

(After  a  hard  day's  work  at  the  Red  Cross  Headquarters, 
411  Fifth  Avenue.)    W.  S. 


THE  ADJUSTMENT 
There  are  promises  never  broken,- 
And  answers  not  lightly  given, — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  247 

Where  mortals  learn  of  loyalty, 
And  truth,  and  God,  and  heaven. 

There  are  creations  never  dreamed  of, — 
In  new  worlds  men  have  never  seen; 
And  flowers  unfamiliar  to  them 
In  lands  forever  green. 

There  are  trials  but  of  man's  own  making, — 
Adjusting  the  laws  Supreme; 
There  are  joys  for  asking  and  taking, 
In  the  life  men  thought  a  dream! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHY  IS  THE  WORLD  ALL  WRONG? 
The  earth  in  its  beauty  and  fragrance, 
Its  wonder,  its  riches,  its  plan, 
Of  the  Maker  who  loved  it,  and  gave  it  His  Sou, 
Who,  born  of  a  virgin  as  man 

Came  into  the  world  for  His  Father, 

To  prove  life  eternal  for  all 

Who  believed  Him  the  God  of  the  living, 

Who  could  save  if  on  Him  they  would  call, — 

The  world  God  so  loved, — where  war's  battles  are  fought, — 
Where  God  is  forgotten  so  long, — 
Is  the  world  for  whose  sins  was  our  Lord  crucified, — 
Is  the  earth  made  by  mankind  "all  wrong." 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


A  PLEA  FOR  HARMONY 

Help  me  to  sing  a  song,  Oh  Lord,  to  praise  Thy  name, 
To  glorify  Thy  Father's  love  from  whence  all  came: 


248  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

To  make  a  vibrant  chord  which  was  all  route 
Or  pipe  a  lay  as  from  some  magic  flute! 

Help  me,  Oh  Lord,  to  iind  Thy  harmony 
Which  shall  resound  within  the  soul  of  me, 
Till  waking  anthems  wing  their  symphonies 
Unto  Thy  very  Gate,  carry  our  pleas ! 

Bestow  upon  Thy  world  of  suffering  men 

The  heart  to  sing  Thy  peans  once  again, 

And  give  them  hope,  Oh  God,  that  wars  are  past: 

Unto  Thy  heart,  Oh,  take  Thine  own  at  last ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


THE  FALLEN  PRIEST 

When  a  man  serves  the  altar  of  God  and  is  blest 
With  the  right  to  forgive  mortal  sins, 
As  a  vicar  of  Christ  he  is  hoping  to  save 
Some  poor  wrecks  from  the  shore  "Might-Have-Been." 
He  lifts  up  the  chalice  with  Christ's  sacred  blood, 
For  hearts  which  adore  His  blood  shed; 
He  prays  for  the  souls  who  are  lost  in  the  dark, 
The  ones  who  are  passed,  and  called  "dead." 
But  the  soul  of  a  priest  who  has  fallen  in  sin, 
Deep-dyed,   and  of  flame-colored  hue, 
Looks  out  from  the  dungeon  in  which  it  is  hid, 
As  it  strives,  and  it  fails,  to  be  true. 
The  incense  is  rising  aloft  to  His  sky, 
The  censers  are  swinging  on  high: 
While  the  soul  of  the  priest  is  sodden  in  sin, 
He  prays  not  HIS  soul  may  not  "die." 
For  the  vicar  of  Christ  with  his  leperous  sore, 
Is  relieved  by  the  hope  of  his  kind, 
When  he  passes,  his  soul  may  be  lifted  and  cleansed, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  249 

By  the  prayers  of  the  ones  left  behind! 

But  the  one  who  writes  here  has  a  message  to  bring, 

Which  will  change,  and  mayhap  make  him  whole; 

Though  his  sins  are  as  scarlet,  yet  white  may  they  be, 

If  he  harkens,  communes  with  his  soul, 

And  confesses  his  sins  before  God  and  the  world, 

Not  trying  to  hide  e'en  a  sore, 

He  will  gain  the  full  pardon  a  sinner  could  crave, 

Be  absolved,  and  restored  evermore. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

GIVE   ME  A  CHANCE 
Give  me  a  chance  to  show  what  I  can  do, — 
For  spirits  must  rehearse,  as  I  am  here, 
To  prove  themselves  the  truth,  as  mortals  fear 
Imposters  even  in  the  spirit  sphere! 

Give  me  a  chance  to  show  that  I  am  here, — 
I'll  give  a  little  hope  to  take  along 
To  prove  to  you  from  world  you  have  not  seen 
A  spirit  can  return  and  write  a  song! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

JESUS'  WONDERFUL  LOVE 
In  a  heart  so  vast,  with  its  bleeding  core, 
(Where  the  wounds  of  a  world  were  laid) 
They  carried  their  burdens,  and  left  their  woes, 
As  they  passed  on  unafraid 
That  He  would  not  lift,  or  could  not  heal, 
Or  would  miss  them  on  the  way: 
So  sure  were  these  where  HIS  footsteps  led, 
Were  realms  of  eternal  day! 

There  were  none  too  humble,  none  too  poor, 
But  He  gave  from  His  heart's  great  store 


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Of  Love  Divine!    Changed  the  water  to  wine 

To   prove  this   evermore: 

That  those  who  draw  from  God's  living  spring  (heart)  W.  S. 

Shall  never  thirst,   or  crave, — 

For  the  Way  of  The  Cross  has  no  stain  or  loss, 

But  His  wonderful  Love  will  save. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FADED   FLOWERS 

The   world   in   all   its   wonder   never   gave 
Forth   anything   to   equal   womanhood, 
Whose   nimble   fingers   never  idly   rest, 
But  speed  their  tasks,  the  loyal,  fine,  and  good. 
Apast   her   prime,   like   the  full   blossomed   rose, 
Whose  petals  fade  and  shrivel  on  the  stem 
Send  forth  their  fragrance  all  enticing  still, 
Alluring  all  who  ever  pass  by  them. 
And  so  with  these  whose  faces  fade  with  time, 
Whose  eyes  grow  dim  with  many  unshed  tears, 
God's   faithful,   earnest,   working   womenkind, 
Who  bless  through   all  their  lives — throughout   their  years. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.") 

"A  tribute  to  Sarah — who  thinks  she  is  old  and  she  is 

but  not  so  old  as  she  feels.     W.  S.    (Hers) 

TO    CALL    IN    VAIN 
To  call  in  vain  upon  His  name 
In  anguish  and  with  tears, 
To  sit  all  helpless  in  the  dark, 
Still  bound  by  human  fears, — 

To  call  and  supplicate  in  prayer, 
And  in  the  Great  God's  name, 


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For  help  and  succour  from  your  past 
On  earth,  from  whence  you  came, — 

This  is  the  spirit's  homeless  hour, 
No  human  felt,  or  knew— 
When,  in  the  dark  you  call  on  Him, 
And  no  voice  answers  you! 

Shall  ye  then  speak  His  name  on  earth 
But  reverently,  with  love: 
Lest  when  ye  call,  ye  call  in  vain 
On  the  Great  God  above. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"THE   ADVANTAGE  OF  A  HANDICAP" 

(Dr.  sermon) 

It  may  be  said  "a  mite"  is  naught, 
By  him  who  has  great  store; 
But  to  the  one  "who  cast  in  all," 
SHE  nevermore  was  poor! 

The  rich  man  who  would  follow  Him, 
As  he  had  His  commands, 
But  had  at  last  to  give  up  all; 
What  riches  in  Ms  hands! 

Where  Mercy  rules  the  scales  are  true; 

He  who  computes  the  cost 

Is  sorting  with  a  Mighty  hand 

The  saved  from  out  the  lost. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

WHERE  SHALL  WE  FIND  GOD? 
Do  you  think  of  a  God  as  you  walk  through  a  field, 
Or  look  up  to  the  stars  in  the  sky 


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Where  worlds  upon  worlds  in  their  orbits  have  swung, 
While  centuries  pass  and  men   "die"? 

Do  you  think  of  a  God  as  the  flaming  sun  sinks, 
Or  the  moon  lights  the  darkness  of  night? 
While  geniuses  come  and  genuises  go, 
Unsolving  these  secrets  of  might? 

Do  you  think  of  a  God  when  a  babe  is  new-born, 
The  secret-of-life  which  He  keeps 
Till  He  takes  once  again  this  spark  which  He  gave 
When  the  spirit  goes  out,  and  he  sleeps? 

Do  you  think  of  a  God  when  your  blessings  accrue, 
Undeserved,  and  not  understood? 
Do  you  worship  the  God  you  cannot  comprehend, — 
Or  reverence  His  works  as  you  should? 

Do  you  think  of  a  God  in  whose  likeness  you're  made 
"In  His  image"  He  gave  you  a  mind 
Which  you  never  have  used  to  thank  Him  at  all ; 
Your  God,  so  loving,  so  kind! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHAT  WILL  THE  WOELD  GIVE  YOU? 
As  you  hurry  through  life  with  its  labor  and  strife, 
As  you  give  all  you  have,  yes,  and  more, 
For  the  world's  approbation,  its  smiles  and  its  love, 
Which  is  glutted  with  sin  to  the  core, — 
Have  you  thought  of  a  time  which  must  come  by  and  by, 
When  you  leave  all  you  treasure  behind, 
And  arrive  empty  handed,'  unclothed,  and  unshod, 
In  a  land  where  at  last  men  must  find 
The  purpose  of  life  was  the  purpose  of  God — 
Where  deeds,  even  thoughts,  are  all  known; 


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Where  the  "Dead"  are  alive,  thougli  under  the  sod,— 
And  the  world  gave  you  naught  God  would  own! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


PEACE 

(To  Father  — ,  Priest.    From  W.  S.) 

We  seek  for  peace,   and  find  it  not; 
We  yearn  for  rest  of  soul. 
Which  each  must  seek,  and  each  must  find, 
Before  he  can  be  whole! 

Along  the  paths  we  walk  with  men, 
The  roads  of  lust,  and  gold, 
There  is  no  peace,  no  rest,  nor  gain, 
A  soul  can  ever  hold 

To  take  on  High  where  it  must  go, 
Where  souls  immortal  are: 
And  still  men  seek  but  the  old  paths, 
Unguided  by  the  Star 

The  shepherds  saw  upon  the  hills 
When  Mary's  Son  was  born. 
Then  as  they  pass  from  earth,  at  last, 
They  find  themselves  forlorn; 

And  wonder  where  their  souls  have  been 
Through  life,  along  earth's  way. 
And  why  for  them  there  is  no  light 
In  God's  Eternal  Day. 

But  one  who  has  been  through  the  dark 
Indites  these  lines  to  show 
There  is,  above,  a  dark,  dark  place, 
Where  mortal  souls  all  go 


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Until  they  find  the  spark  Divine 
To  light  the  dark,  dark  way; 
Until  they  know  the  Eternal  Glow 
They  shunned  in  earth's  long  day! 

O  eyes  unveiled,  O  ears  unsealed, 
We  warn  ye  now  to  show 
The  peace  ye  find  in  the  dark  place 
Ye  seek  and  seek  to  know. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  PRIEST'S  PENANCE 
(The  Holy  Father's  Prayer) 

There  is  a  sacred  Heart  where  all  is  well: 

And  in  its  love  I'll  save  my  soul  from  hell. 

Contrite  I  bow,  and  soul-despise  my  sin: 

Thou  Holy  One  of  God,  O  take  me  in! 

There  is  a  Face  benign  whose  pardoning  grace 
Illumines   every   penitential   place: 
Held  by  His  arms  my  sin  I  here  confess, — 
Making  me  one  with  Him  Divine,  nor  less. 

When  my  poor  feet  stray  in  the  earthly  way, 

And  mortal  lips  but  mortal  prayers  can  pray, 

Lift  Thou  my  soul  above  my  carnal  clay : 

Hear  Thou  its  yearning,  God,  beyond  all  lips  can  say! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Written  for  Father . 

HOLY    OF    HOLIES 

The  sacred  chalice  of  men's  hearts, 

No  eyes  but  His  behold; 

Where  each  soul  wears  their  priestly  robe; 

Where  Mercy  doth  enfold. 


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The  altar  where  the  feast  is  spread; 
The  cup  which  holds  His  wine; 
Holy-of-Holies  is  the  heart, 
Where  burns  His  fire  Divine. 

The  incense,  purifying  all, 
His  love,  which  bears  the  cross: 
Undying  as  the  heart  of  God: 
If  lost,  the  only  loss. 

W.  S.  In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

INHERITANCE 

Take,  take  the  wealth  of  gold, — give  it  I  will — 
There  is  inheritance  far  greater  still: 
Kingdom  of  righteousness,  there  to  be  heir, 
More  than  the  earth  can  hold,  however  fair. 
Greater  the  stainless  soul,  lover  of  God, 
Than  fame's  immortal  son  placed  in  the  sod ! 
Greater  the  praise  of  God,  throughout  all  time, 
Than  prince-of-poet's  verse,  drama,  or  rhyme. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

A    CROSS 

Upon  the  cross  our  Saviour  hung 

To  save  the  world  from  sin. 

Among  the  chosen  of  His  band, 

None  wholly  true  had  been. 

When  "all  forsook"  our  Lord  and  fled, 

They  knew  Him  not  alone; 

When  Mary  saw  the  empty  tomb, 

And,  rolled  a'way  the  stone, 

She  knew  that  Jesus  lived  that  hour. 

That  all  had  come  to  pass 

He  prophecied  to  followers 


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When,  all  alone,  alas, 

He  saw  the  things  they  could  not  see: 

Heard  what  they  could  not  hear : 

Knew  every  thought,  all  that  would  be, 

Their  every  cause  for  fear. 

Upon  the  cross  today  we  see 

All  nations  look  in  agony, — 

In  faith,  believing  God  can  save 

The  world  from  being  but  a  grave. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  llth,  '17. 

THE    SECRET-CHEST 

Somewhere  in  the  bossom  of  a  man,  safe  under  lock  and  kiv 
He  thinks,  poor  knave,  his  secrets  all  abide, 
And  what  he  IS,  nobody  knows  but  HE. 
A  pain  within  this  secret-chest  one  day, 
And  out  he  goes,  with  all  he  THOUGHT  was  hidden : 
Where  he  must  carry  all  where  all  must  pay, 
And  with  the  voice  of  conscience  all  are  bidden, 
He  finds  no  place  where  he  can  hide  himself; 
Xor  cover-up  a  single  secret  sin : 
But  spread  before  him  and  his  Maker,  then, 
Without  a  cloak,  is  all  he  held  within. 

There  is  a  treasure-chest  which  all  might  bear, 

And  carry  to  the  King  and  Kingdom  where 

But  One  divines  the  glory  of  each  gem 

The  world  knew  not  they  brought  along  with  them. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

EACH   ANSWERS 
Is  there  a  place  where  men  shall  go, 
When  breathing  life  for  them  is  done? 


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Where  deeds  must  count,  and  thoughts  have  told? 

Where  last  some  goal  is  lost  or  won? 

Is  there  a  Judge  Who  has  foreseen 

Crimes  and  injustices  of  earth? 

Who  holds  our  record  in  His  hand, 

And  vises  our  new  birth? 

Is  there  an  hour,  then,  men  can  lose? 

But  seek  this  One  to  serve  and  praise, 

Inscribing  on  the  eternal  page 

The  profit  of  their  mortal  days. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


TO  THE  BLIND 
O  veiled  eyes!   O  blinded  sight! 
Shut  from  God's  eternal  light! 
Oh  would  ye  look,  oh  would  ye  see 
The  glorious  immortality 
Of  life  God  given  after  "death" 
Believes  you  of  a  mortal's  breath, 
Then  would  ye  lift  the  curtain  up, 
And  take  His  cross, — and  drink  His  cup ! 

Though  mortal  vision  darkened  be, 
At  last  even  the  blind  shall  see 
The  divine  glories  of  His  place, 
The  kindness  of  His  benign  face 
Alight  with  love,  all  shining  where 
The  blind  shall  see  the  Master  there! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Note:    Asked  to  try  again,  saying  the  instrument  was  out 
of  tune.    S.  S. 


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No.  2 

O  veiled  eyes!    O  blinded  sight! 
Shut  out  from  God's  eternal  light! 
Oh  would  ye  look,  oh  would  ye  see 
The  light  of  His  eternity,— 
Oh  would  ye  lift  unsealed  eyes, 
And  dwell  in  His  immortal  skies, — 
And  see  the  love  that  shines  afar 
Through  Mary's  Son,  through  Bethlehem's  Star, 
Then  would  ye  lift  the  burden  up, 
Shoulder  the  cross,  and  drink  His  cup! 
Until  at  last  with  Him  thou'll  be 
Partaker  with  the  blind  who  see! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

HIS   HOLY    NAME 

"Thou  shalt  not  kill,"  the  world  heeds  not, 
But  slaughters  just  the  same. 
While  men  bow  down  and  worship  gold; 
And  take  in  vain  His  name. 
His  Holy  Name  that  Jesus  loved — 
His  name  which  all  shall  call 
In  reverence,  and,  in  pleading,  too, 
Before  they  have  paid  all. 
O  cleanse  and  purify  Thy  earth, 
Where  men  curse  and  blaspheme, 
Until,  O  God,  they  worship  Thee, 
And  see  Thou  art  Supreme. 
Within  the  hearts  and  homes  of  men, 
Oh  send  the  risen  Lord! 
Before  the  struggling  world  lies  dead, 
Make  one  Supreme  love-chord! 

W.  S.   In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 


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HIS  EVERLASTING   GLORY 

When  Jesus  came  to  earth  as  man, 
That  He  might  save  and  bless 
All  men  from  every  mortal  sin, 
And  all  unworthiness, 
He  knew  His  Father  would  not  save 
Him  from  a  mortal's  death, 
Nor  give  Him  but  a  cup  of  dregs, 
Nor  spare  him  pangs  of  breath ! 

But  Oh,  He  knew  that  He  should  go, 

At  last  His  woes  were  o'er, 

Where  God  who  gave  Him  to  the  world, 

Would  meet  Him  in  the  door 

Where  is  no  sin ;  no  lack  of  love ; 

But  God's  abounding  store! 

He  knew  the  One  Who  gave  Him,  then, 

Would  take  Him  evermore 

Unto  His  Own,  His  loving  breast, 

Which  none  but  He  could  know; 

And  so  He  drank  His  Father's  cup 

That  He  might  "die"  and  go. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Easter  Eve,  1917  (April  7th). 

THE   VOICE 

Raise  up  your  eyes  to  Calvary's  hill: 
Renew  the  promise  of  His  Son: 
Anew  the  words  I  speak  to  men : 
"My  Father's  will  be  done." 

Rejoice  therefore  this  world  I  save 
More  loved  of  Him  than  I. 


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Since  mortals  laid  Me  in  a  grave 
They  live  through  Me,  nor  die. 

Beyond  the  Gate  I  see  and  wait 
Each  mortal  of  the  earth 
Who  will  acclaim  in  Jesus'  name 
A  new  and  stainless  birth. 

Lift  then  your  cross,  your  burden  bear; 
On  high  ye  soon  must  wing: 
There  IS  a  land  where  ye  can  fare 
And  thy  salvation  bring. 

No  current  can  bear  thee  along 
Unless  it  be  through  Me 
Who  calmed  the  tempest,  stilled  the  wave 
'On  storm-swept  Galilee. 

Who  fares  on  high  into  His  sky 
Must  calm  the  tempest  still: 
Nor  can  His  holy  spirit  die: 
Omnipotent  His  will. 

W.  S.  (In  spirit)  Through  S.  S. 


PEAISE 

A  singer  sang  a  song  of  praise, 
And  sent  it  to  the  sky, — 
Its  pinions  wafted  to  the  throne ; 
The  angels  knelt  near-by. 

At  last  the  pa?an  reached  God's  heart, 
And  sank  down  deep  within ; 
The  simple  song  the  singer  sang, 
Had  cured  a  soul  from  sin ! 

W.  S.   In   spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  261 

A  CHRIST-LIKE  LOVE 
Held  by  a  bond  of  One  who  spoke 
And  claimed  Her  for  His  Son's  Mother, 
All  Christians  on  the  earth  should  love 
The  Jewish  race  above  another. 

Since  One  they  know  gave  them  His  Son 
Through  Her  who  was  a  Hebrew  maid, 
How  should  the  world  look  on  Her  kind, 
Who   trusted   God,   all   unafraid, 

Knowing  she  brought  Him  forth  to  die: 
She  suffered  for  the  world  this  loss, 
Yet  must  Her  race  Her  suffering  share, 
And  bear  for  Her  a  heavy  cross, 

That  wheresoever  Jesus'  name 

Is  spoken  by  the  Christian  race, 

Though  Christian's  God  and  Jews  the  same, 

No  Christ-like  love  shines  from   a  face! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


DEBT   AND   DEBTOR 
We  owe  a  debt  we  cannot  pay, 
To  Him  who  died  for  all: 
And  yet  we  feel  a  world  is  due 
When  ever  we  may  call. 

Where  each  one  pays  and  none  may  owe, 
There   is   no   debt   unpaid. 
The  everlasting  debt  of  some 
Must  ever   still  be  laid 

Against  the  one  who  has  a  lack 
And  kept  not  God  within: 


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His  hope  and  all  his  aim  in  life 
Was  hourly  apiug  sin: 

When  this  ones  comes  where  all  is  due 
He  might  have  paid  since  birth, 
Alas,  he  wishes  he  were  rich, 
JVith  more  than  debts  of  earth. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"OUR  POVERTY  AND  JESUS" 
(Dr. sermon) 

Our  riches  where  we  spirits  go, 
We  count  as  soul  alone. 
Impoverished,  no  soul  can  pay; 
And  naught  for  such  atone. 

Our  poverty,  where  Christ  was  free! 
And  each  could  claim  his  share! 
Dawns  with  the  spirit's  misery 
When  naked,   poor,   and  bare 

The  part  God  saved  to  be  His  own 
When  from  its  husk  it  came, 
Is  poorer  than  earth's  poorest  lone 
With  "beggar"  for  a  name. 

The  miracle  that  Jesus  wrought 
To  feed  the  multitude, 
Was  wrought  within  the  souls  of  men 
When  famished,  they  sought  Food. 

His  grace,  sufficient  for  the  world — 
His  love,  abundant,  sure, 
His  pardon,  if  from  sin  ye  turn, 
Will  save,  nor  leave  you  poor. 


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Within,  His  riches  are  untold, 
Where  but  your  God  can  see ; 
Though  coffers  overrun  with  gold, 
Impoverishment  may  be. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"NOW  I  LAY  ME  DOWN  TO  SLEEP" 

A  child's  prayer  lisped  at  Mother's  knee, 

Yet,  would  it  do  for  all  mankind 

In  its  intent,  simplicity: 

"I  pray  the  Lord  my  soul  to  take, 

If  I  should  die  before  I  wake." 

O  men  of  earth  WAKE,  e're  you  "die" ; 
Nor  give  your  souls  to  aught  but  God: 
For  "dying"  means  to  leave  your  bones, 
But  not  your  spirit  'neath  the  sod. 
To  live  for  Him,  His  soul  He'll  take. 
He  sleeps  not  where  the  "dead"  awake. 
O  men,  when  ye  "lay  down  to  sleep," 
Be  sure  the  Lord  your  souls  will  keep. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

RICHES  WITHOUT  WINGS 

There  is  no  debt  we  cannot  pay, 
Except  our  debt  to  Him. 
There  are  no  favors  we  need  beg, 
Unless  we  beg  for  Him. 

At  last  we  look  up  to  the  Source 
From   which  our  lives   were  given, 
We  know  no  riches  can  compare 
With  those  we  take  to  heaven. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


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When  earth's  annointed  walk  with  Him 
Who  calmed  the  sea  of  Galilee, 
Oh  may  His  miracle  be  wrought 
Within  the  souls  of  you  and  me. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Oh  saintly  light  which  pours  across  the  night 
A  silver  shining  stream, — oh  veil  so  bright, 
What  were  the  heavens  without  their  Queen, 
Starfull  though  they  be. 
Moonless  the  earth  would  be  Gethsemene. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE    THIEF    ON    THE    CROSS 
With  Jesus,  at  His  Calvary, 
Two  thieves  were  crucified: 
(Just  punishment  in  days  of  old 
For  robbers  who  had  lied) 

And  still  each  thief  on  either  hand 
His  love,  divine,  forgave; 
For  penitent  they  owned  at  last 
That  only  He  could  save. 

It  is  the  same  on  earth  today: 
No  thief  escapes  their  cross. 
If  to  their  Lord  they  plead,  and  pray, 
He  may  restore  their  loss. 

MOTHER  OF  GOD 
Instilled  with  love  and  Christliness, 
All  Mothers  of  earth's  sod : 
Though  born  of  God  but  One  on  earth, 
Jesus,  the  Son  of  God. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  265 

The  uncrowned  Queen  whose  secret  lay 
All  quiet  in  Her  heart, 
Whose  Son  would  wash  all  sin  away, 
And  dry  all  tears  that  start. 

First  written: 

The  sacred  hope  of  sinners  here, 
Who  hold  her  holy  name 
Propitious  in  their  hour  of  shame 
With  Him,  who  knows  no  change. 

Then,  written: 

The  sacred  hope  of  sinners  here 

Who  hold  Her  holy  name 

With  Him  who  knows  no  change  of  heart, 

Propitious   in   their   shame! 

Mother-of-God,  His  Holy  Son, 
But  wipe  our  streaming  eyes! 
As  children  take  us  to  your  heart, 
And  hear  our  pleading  cries! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN  THE   WORLD   IS   READY   FOR   THE    SAVIOUR 

(Song) 

Over  every  battlefield,  over  every  grave, 
Over  every  mountain,  over  every  wave, 
Christ  shall  come  in  glory  His  own  to  claim  and  save, 

WHEN  THE   WORLD   IS  READY  FOR   THE    SAVIOUR. 

Watching,'  Watching,  Watching  for  the  Saviour, — 
When  the  morning  breaks  and  the  night  is  o'er: 
Watching,   Watching,   Watching   for  the   Saviour, 
Peace,  Forevermore! 


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After  ruthless  cannonades,  after  all  is  done, 

After  weeping  Mothers  mourn  their  missing  sous, 

Christ  shall  ease  the  heartache,  and  bind  the  bleeding  wounds, 

WHEN   THE   WOKLD   IS  READY   FOR   THE    SAVIOUR. 

Only  human   brotherhood,   peaceful,   loving,  kind, 

Only  Christly  tenderness,  worth  seeking  to  find, 

Ever  can  make  nations  of  a  single  mind, 

WHEN  THE  WORLD   IS  READY   FOR   THE   SAVIOUR. 

GOD  WILL  SAVE  HIS  WORLD 

Song — Donated  to  the  American  Red  Cross. 
We  will  march  to  "The  Star  Spangled  Banner,"— 
We  will  cross  the  sea  and  win! 
But  the  story  we  hear  'neath  Old  Glory, 
Is  the  story  as  old  as  sin. 
There's  another,  a  greater  war-song, 
Should  be  flung  to  the  hearts  of  men, 
The  story,  the  wondrous  story, 
Of  "Peace-on-the-Earth" — again ! 
When  we  march  with  the  hosts  victorious, 
Who  approach  in  all  their  might, 
There'll  be  day  alway,  and  no  lives  must  pay 
For  God's  truth  and  mighty  right ! 
Led  by  the  army  of  Jesus, 
The  white  flags  are  unfurled 
Which  will  bring  the  Light  to  a  world  of  night, — 
FOR  GOD  WILL  SAVE  HIS  WORLD! 

THE   BEACON  LIGHT 

Some  are  as  beacon  lights  ashine 
Shedding  afar  their  light  divine: 
A  searching  ray  to  point  the  Way 
To  ENDLESS  Light,  eternal  day. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  267 

Some  are  but  torches,  humble  souls, 
Though  leaders,  saviours  from  hell's  shoals. 
These  be  of  Light,  their  mission   fine, 
Since  every  spark  His  is  divine. 

A  little  taper  shines  afar. 
Countless  on  high  each  little  star. 
But  in  His  sight  each  soul  must  be 
Since  these  are  His  eternally. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
New  Orleans,  La. 

To  Mrs. and  Mrs. ,  (Of  the  Theo  Soc.  of  N.  O.) 

To  Mrs. : 

Yesterday,  after  you  left  the  voice  said :  "She  has  been  a  beacon 
to  so  many  she  will  be  given  the  light  she  deserves."  (W.  S.) 

S.  S. 

THE    POOR 

Forgotten  these  may  seem,  sad  and  alone, 
Rejected,  outcast  even  by  their  own — 
Loved  and  adored  by  none,  in  direst  need, 
These  work  no  miracles,  these  are  the  poor  indeed. 

Where  chests  are  opened,  that  the  Lord  may  see 
The  wealth  each  brings  to  curse  or  comfort  be, 
The  treasures  of  God's  poor  are  kept  therein: 
As  wealth  means  lack  of  burden — loot,  and  sin. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"SOWER    WENT    FORTH     .     .     ." 
A  sower  went  forth  on   an  April  morn, 
Equipped  to  sow  the  field. 
He  tarried  not  though  the  sun  was  hot; 
For  he  thought  of  the  rich  land's  yield. 


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He  tilled  and  'tended  the  upshoots  new 
Each  day  'till  the  set  of  sun; 
And  looked  ahead  as  on  time  sped, 
To  the  harvest  days  all  done: 

To  the  store-bins  full,  and  mill-sacks  too, 
When  in  winter  all  must  lie  dead; 
His  time  of  ease  when  himself  he'd  please, 
Not  driven,  or  lashed  or  led. 

But  the  reaper  grim  selected  him 
Before  the  harvest's  fall; 
And  his  crops  lay  waste  on  the  fertile  place, 
Where  the  frost  had  blasted  all! 

SORROWS    OF    WOMEN 
Feathering  birdlings  these  within  the  nest; 
So  near  the  Infinite  they're  mothered  on  His  breast. 
Sorrows  He  knows,  like  theirs,  and  knows  theirs,  too : 
Poised  on  wing  aloft  He  hears  all  harming  you ! 

Lone  of  the  earth,  God's  wing  is  everywhere. 
Under  His  heart  ye'll  find  only  His  care. 
Seek  HERE  and  find,  nor  from  Him  turn  away, 
Then  claim  the  joys  at  last  enduring,  ay,  alway. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
March  13th,  '18. 
New  Orleans,  La. 

THE   DYING    SAVIOUR 

(Good   Friday— 1918.     New   Orleans,  La.) 
Sad  is  the  world  today  at  the  world's  loss: 
Heavy  the  sorrows  of  mankind's  cross. 
The  sun  is  hidden  and  the  heavens  o'ercast: 
He  has  been  crucified.     His  will  is  done  at  last. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  2f>9 

The  Easter  morn  is  come!    The  stone  is  rolled  away! 
The  spirit  is  unfurled.     Uprisen  is  the  clay. 
Tie  died  the  world  to  bless:  to  prove  there  was  no  death: 
Yet  was  He  crucified  that  mortals  might  have  breath 
Beyond  the  sphere  of  earth  where  death  no  breath  doth  take : 
Yet  must  we  know  this  here  in  faith  for  Jesus'  sake. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

EASTEK  IN  THE  SOUTH 

(191S— March  31st,  N.  O.,  La.) 
Heavenly  hosts  uprising   are  ever  in  His  skies, 
Where  the  spirits  are  at  home  in  His  Paradise. 
With  their  armies  marching  here  gathering  for  mankind 
Manna  for  the  hungering  hearts  of  dear  ones  left  behind. 

Heaven  is  only  on  the  earth.    God  is  here  as  well. 
Mysterious  as  His  secrets  are  we  here  cannot  tell. 
Holding  in  His  Mighty  plan  spirits  even  hidden, 
Who  must  follow,  serve,  and  help  but  as  He  has  bidden. 

Foiling  every  rapier's  blade,  stacking  every  gun, 
Are  there  spirits  aiding  Him  against  the  murderous  Hun. 
When  the  curtain  falls  at  last  on  the  scene  of  war 
Heaven  will  open  its  wide  fold  here,  but  not  afar, 

Rushing  in  the  armies  of  fools  imprisoned  here, 
Wiping  out  their  murderer's  past  in  a  vision  clear, 
Seeing  only  hearts  and  homes  wrecked  by  warrior's  deeds: 
Helping  to  cement  with  love  One  loving  Heart  which  bleeds. 

W.S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

You  are  a  wince — a  little  juice — that's  all: 

I  am  the  master  (past)    (passed)  who  plays  and  singa! 

You  may  come  here  and  be  a  master,  too, 

As  you  return  to  spread  your  spirit- wings. 


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You  are  a  toot — I  ain  the  tooter,  see? 
There's  something  here  I  must  keep  tooting,  too, 
Else  you  would  fail  to  hear  and  all  would  end, 
And  I  should  make  no  medium  of  you! 

So  string  the  fiddle,  fetch  the  bow, 
I'm  fit  and  ready  now — so  let's  begin: 
Attune,   mine  instrument  shall  make  amends 
For  Shakespeare's  foul  ingratitude  and  sin. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"Sold  Out"  the  seats  for  Shakespeare's  spirit-speech :" 
Such  is  the  sign  I  see  upheld  where  I  do  preach. 
And  may  it  come  to  pass  is  all  I  ask — 
Since  Sarah  here  makes  so  much  of  the  task. 

W.  S. 

To  reach  within  and  find  all  that  you  sought 
And  hand  it  out  to  those  who  pay,  have  bought, 
That  which  YOU  found,  while  seeking  light  within, — 
This  is  the  end  of  your  career, — all  that  has  been. 

W.  S. 

Fooled  once  again.    No  spirit  can  speak  out 
Except  they're  given  room  by  mortal's  voice. 
You  can  speak  for  me,  or  may  speak  alone: 
At  any  rate,  methinks  you  should  rejoice 
That  I  found  you  while  sitting  in  the  dark 
To  welcome  spirits  who  could  help  you  on: 
If  I  have  NOT,  'tis  not  my  fault,  be  sure; 
For  with  your  passing  do  I  hope  for  dawn. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Note :  This  is  "stringing"  as  W.  S.  calls  it,  to  keep  in  touch 
with  the  voice.    S.  S. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  271 

HELL'S    SPIRITS 

Carried  out  hence  from  the  battle  for  gold. 
Where  poverty's  poorest  must  stand, 
In  a  hell  which  they  chose,  a  hell  which  they  made, 
Are  the  "shivers"  in  God's  spirit-land. 

More  than  "out  in  the  cold,"  more  than  burning  could  be, 
Are  the  souls  whose  sole  god  has  been  gold ; 
And  no  hell  man  surmised  could  be  hell  worse  than  theirs,1 
Where  no  profit  accrued,  loss:    all  sold. 

Where  all  must  go  hence  and  be  "shivers"  at  last, 

At  last  each  one  finds  WHAT  HE  MADE ; 

If  shivering  alone  in  a  hell  he's  outcast, 

Let  him  SHIVER!    Nor  come  back  through  Sade. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Note :   "To ,  from  W.  S.   In  spirit,  in  reply  to  a  letter 

in  which  he  alludes  to  the  spirits  departed  as  "shivers,"  and, 
begs  this  one  to  keep  away  from  them.  As  though  she  could, 
or  he  could,  or  anyone  else.  W.  S." 


HAIL,    BERNHARDT!      LA    VIE    DE    FRANCE! 

(Dec.  18th,  1917.   After  returning  from  The  Palace  Theatre.) 
HAIL!    BERNHARDT!    Sister  of  my  stage! 
Beloved  where  is  no  time,  decadence,   age! 
Shakespeare  am  I,  who  knows  thy  worth  full  well, 
And,  strange  as  it  may  seem,  I  here  can  tell 
Through  her  who  is  my  fine-strung  instrument, 
And  here  acclaim  thine  Art  Supremely  sent! 

Here  do  I  write  on  this,  a  spirit's  page, 
Thine  honored  land  is  blest  in  thy  heart's  rage 
Against  the  murderous,  treacherous  Huns, 
Vituperously  entrenched  in  France  with  rapier's  guns! 


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Hail  to  the  stars!  the  fading  light! 
The  morning  breaks.     The  day  of  right. 
Uprising  is  the  Son  forgiving  all 
Who  pass  behind  His  footsteps,  hear  His  call! 
O  Christ  forgive!     They  know  not  what  they  do, 
Until  as  spirits  passed,  they  seek  nor  find,  but  rue. 
Wm.  Shakespeare  In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 


WHO  SHALL  SAY? 

Who  shall  say  what  the  roses  know 

Of  the  great  Creator's  plan? 

Who  shall  say  if  their  eyes  askance 

See  through  the  soul  of  man? 

Who  shall  say  whence  their  essence  springs, 

Or  tell  the  tale  of  their  varied  hues? 

Their  velvet  mantles,  and  tinted  cheeks? 

Why  never  one  has  the  ~blues? 

Who  shall  say  when  ends  their  day 
If  a  soul  has  gone  to  God: 
Or  their  fragrance  lost,  or  what  it  cost 
To  be  born  a  flower  of  the  sod! 


RHYMES   AND   JINGLES 

Two  ounces  of  words  and  a  metre, 
A  jingle  or  rhyme  at  the  end; 
Some  patience  and  good  perseverance : 
Shake  well,  and  rewrite;  and  then  mend. 

W.  S. 

"In  the  ghost-land,  which  is  here  at  the  present. 

And  always  will  be  here,  so  far  as  I  know  now." 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIR;T  273 

AN  ORCHESTRATION  IN  WORDS  INSTEAD  OF  NOTES 

"High-yi,"  said  the  finch  by  the  thicket's  edge; 
"Too-loo,"   said  Bob  White  overhead: 
"Lee-la-lee,— la-lal-lee,"  said  the  meadow-lark, 
"WHO- WHO?"  the  old  owl  said! 
"Jolly-well,   jolly-well,"   said   the   sparrow, 
(The  Englishman's  wayward  bird) 
All-li-lie-e — All-li-lie-e-e-,    sang   the   linnet, — 
(The  sweetest  solo  I've  heard)     .     .     . 

But  the  sun  sank  low  and  the  music  ceased, 

Except  for  a  serenade: 

In  the  moonlight  white  with  all  its  might, 

The  nightingale  needs  no  aid 

To  rouse  in  the  breasts  of  lovers 

The  love  for  a  little  bird 

Which  has  added  to  many  a  bridal 

The  last  congratulate  word. 

W.  S.  In  spirit 

With  fondest  memories  of  his  own  country's 
feathered  clans. 
(Through  S.  S.) 


ADIEU 

Sweet  little  room  where  first  I  spoke  to  her, 
Through  time  to  come  fond  memories  will  stir 
When  I  recall  the  couch,  the  chair,  the  bed, 
The  fairy-lamp,  the  vase  with  roses  red. 
Though  oft'  we'll  speak,  my  fine-strung  harp  and  I, 
Still,   little  room,   we'll  love  thee  when   we  "die." 
We'll  think  on   all  we  wrote,   and  all  the  "dead" 
Who  passed  within  this  place  by  spirit  led. 
And  when  we  pass,  my  instrument  and  I, 


274  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Maybe  well  enter  here  again — 
Until,— adieu !  Good-by! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"THE  WISEST  WORD" 

To ,  from  W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Some  say  the  wisest  Word  is  His: 
His  name  is  Wisdom  it  is  known: 
Who  but  a  bird  can  search  the  sky 
And  find  Him?  Marked  by  Him  His  own! 

Then,  when  the  spirits  wing  aloft 
He  saved  to  bring  back  to  His  Sky, 
Must  they  not  speak  in  Wisdom's  words, 
When  telling  mortals  none  can  "die"? 

In  time  to  come,  when  mortals  see 
The  Wisdom  of  the  "wisest  word". 
No  feast-of-God  will  these  forsake, 
But  welcome  spirits  seen  or  heard. 

ON  THE  "DEATH"  OF  

You  say  your  friend  has  "died"  this  morning, 
(Who  was  a  poet-humorist,  'tis  said) 
Then  shall  he  find,  where  he  has  fared,  MORE  humor, 
In  living,  all-alive,  when  he  is  "dead". 

Then  will  he  mourn  not  o'er  the  husk  he  cherished,— 
(Except  he  mourn  it  cannot  now  be  jed,) 
For  poet-of-the-earth,  by  earth's  ambitions, 
Must  e'en  a  poet  after  "death"  be  led. 

As  you  well  know,  there  is  no  "dying,"  Kelly; 
For  you  have  seen  tlie  spirits,  toe  to  head, — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  275 

And  will  come  back,  as  once  he  promised, 

And  sit  beside  you  on  your  studio-bed. 

You'll  feel  him  clasp  your  hand,  and  ho  will  vanish: 
And  wide-awake  you'll  wonder  whence  he  came; 
But  this  he'll  tell  you,  maybe,  so  I  shall  not ; 
But  ask  him  for  me,  will  you,  What's  a  name! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"TO   THE   OLD   GENERAL   WHO   HAS   FOUGHT   MANY 
BATTLES,— I  give  my  best  effort" 

"As  I  am  now  a  spirit,  and  see  as  a  spirit  sees.  W.  S." 
(To  Gen.  -       — ,  Hero  of ) 

Withhold  no  word  of  praise  from  one  who  has  passed  through 

the  field  of  war; 
But  let  him  give  his  grandson  to  accept  of  tribute  which  they 

pay. 
The  time  is  not  far  hence  when  all  will  flee  from  war  and 

warring  men. 
What  will  the  world  do  then  for  glory, — honor, — and  heroes? 

You  were  an  old  warrior  in  this  world  and  had  to  fight  foes 

of  steel  with  steel: 
But  when  you  reach  the  land  where  I  am  now, — there  will  be 

no  captains  of  militia,  no  uniforms 
To  decorate  your  brave,  manly  form : 
But  clothed  in  a  little  of  what  you  are, 
You  will  go  to  think  over  the  past  and  reflect  on  the  future  of 

the  godless  one. 

Oh  General,  could  I  save  you  from  this  terrible  fate,  I  could 
feel  my  sorrows  hud  not  been  in  vain.  One  so  succoured 
would  pay  me  for  all  I  have  suffered. 

Try  to  receive  the     Jesus  your  friend  has  told  you 


276  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

waits  to  welcome  the  erring  however  late  they  call  on  Him. 
Try  to  give  Him  your  heart  and  sincere  repentance  before 
it  is  too  late.  For  in  the  world  where  I  am  there  is  no 
chance  to  undo  the  past,  and  no  heaven  of  love  to  undo 
your  sorrow,  Sir,  but  the  saddest  of  sorrows  continuing 
on  for  all  time,  and  without  ceasing. 

W.  S.  In  spirit. 

PRAYER 

(While  gazing  at  the  bronze  of ,  "Washington  at  Valley 

Forge."— Sub-Treasury  Bldg.,  Wall  Street,  New  York  City) 

Almighty  God,  if  I  could  pray  as  he, 
And  kneel  with  soul  made  whole  by  Thee, — 
Within  the  forest  of  my  doubts  wouldst  thou 
Enlighten  me;  restore  my  vision,  now! 
O  Power  that  ruleth  all,  compel  the  light 
To  shine  upon  mine  eyes  approaching  night ! 
And  lift  the  harrowing  fear  from  my  poor  heart, 
That  blindness  shall  obscure  Thy  beauteous  Art ! 
Give  me  the  faith  and  trust  of  this  great  man, 
Who  by  his  zeal  Thy  very  skies  did  span. 
As  Thou  didst  promise  through  Thine  only  Son 
All  in  His  name  we  ask, — 
Make  ME,  like  WASHINGTON! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
New  York  City,  July  14th,  1917. 

".     .     .     BY  THE   STILL  WATERS" 

Saviour,  let  me  walk  with  Thee 
By  the  stilled  and  peaceful  sea ! 
Great  Restorer,  rest  my  soul. 
Father,  make,  and  keep  me,  whole. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  277 

"Through  the  Valley"  when  I  go, 
Walk  with  me,  that  I  may  know 
Evil  cannot  walk  with  Thee: 
By  Thy  words,  or  comfort  me. 

Give  Thy  cup  and  let  me  drink 
Abounding  love,  when  on  the  brink 
Enemies  surrounding  me, 
Still,  annointed,  Lord,  by  Thee, 

Shall  no  death  that  I  can  die 
Separate  us  in  God's  sky. 
Loved  by  Thee  am  I  complete. 
At  the  last,  His  mercy,  sweet. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  4th,  '18. 


NEVER! 

Can  a  love  inborn  be  a  love  untrue? 
Or  the  love  of  love  be  wrong? 
Can  a  poet  live  and  love  not  give, 
Or  inscribe  a  loveless  song? 

Can  a  love  inborn  be  a  love  outlived? 
Or  left  when  the  soul  lives  on? 
Can  a  lover  "die"  with  his  house  of  clay? 
Or  does  greater  love  then  dawn  ? 

Can  it  be  the  way  the  Maker  planned, 
Who  gave  His  Son  for  love? 
While  the  good  God  lives  no  love  shall  die! 
But  is  part  of  Him  above! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


278  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

WHERE  SHALL  WE  GO? 

Where  shall  we  go  at  last  the  day  is  done, 
Where  shall  we  find  the  light  at  set  of  sun 
When  groping  through  the  maze  of  wilderness, 
We  cry  and  grieve  in  hopeless  soul  distress? 

Where  shall  I  land  when  I  have  crossed  life's  sea? 
What  will  the  boatman  say  who  pilots  me? 
What  is  the  port;  where  is  the  haven  sure; 
Must  my  poor  soul,  adrift,  as  wreckage  reach  the  shore? 

What  shall  I  say  when  I  step  on  that  strand 
And  meet  no  friend,  and  find  no  welcoming  hand? 
Where  shall  I  go  when  I  have  reached  the  shore 
And  learn  my  past  is  my  forevermore! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 
(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford.) 

O  for  the  wonderful,  wonderful  past, 

To  be  mine  with  my  body  the  same, — 

To  be  loved  in  return  for  the  love  which  I  gave, 

And  not  to  be  loved  as  a  name. 

O  for  the  wonderful,  wonderful  life 
That  I  flung  to  the  dogs  and  the  swine, 
With  never  a  thought  for  a  world  just  above, 
Or  a  place  in  that  world  to  be  mine. 

O  for  the  chance  that  I  lost,  flung  away, 
For  the  bitter,  the  dregs  of  the  wine ! 
O  that  the  world  where  I  am  would  awake 
To  the  privilege  of  life,  all  divine. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

NOTE. — This  constitutes  one  spirit's  longing  only,  while  there 
are  many  which  would  prefer  death  to  living  on  in  a  sphere 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  279 

without  a  body  and  its  enjoyments,  others  are  willing  to  be 
what  they  are,  complete  without  their  bodies.  We  love,  we 
hate,  we  yearn,  we  rebel,  and  have  every  feeling  a  mortal  has, 
even  though  we  are  spirits,  and  this  one  who  writes  could  tell 
you  of  my  own  peculiar  hatred  and  dislikes,  human  as  humans 
indeed,  were  she  inclined  to  do  so. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


THE  VALUE  OF  SIN 

There  is  no  place  on  earth  a  man  can  go 
Where  sin  may  not  some  profit  to  him  show. 
There  is  no  place  a  man  can  leave  this  sin 
Unless  he  will  acknowledge  Jesus  Christ 
Was  its  propitiation,  and  reform  before  the  sin 
Finds  him  in  bonds  he  cannot  break, 
A  helpless  prisoner  for  its  sake. 

There  is  no  place  a  spirit  can  accept 

This  offer  after  "death"  has  sent  him  hence. 

We  must  admit  that  no  greater  sacrifice 

Was  ever  paid  than  that  a  sinner  pays 

Through  all  of  time  when  he  must  sit 

(Or  stand,  as  suits  him  best)  religiously 

An  outcast  from  the  light.    By  this  I  mean 

A  sinner  sits  (or  stands)  with  naught  to  do 

But  think.     And  in   a  darkness  pitch,   recalls,   returns,    (in 

memory) 

Recounts,  recovers  every  moment  of  his  earthly  time 
And  all  he  was,  was  not,  of  all  his  span. 

God  wipes  the  past  out  never,  so  they  say.  Each  joy,  as  well. 
Kemaineth,  praise  His  name  as  I  do  here  for  this.  For  with 
My  past  I  hugged  these  close  and  even  now  I 


280  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Would  not  let  them  go. 

The  value  of  a  thing  is  its  true  worth. 

And  all  that  I  can  say  in  my  return 

Should  profit  others  to  lead  better  lives; 

To  pause  upon  the  brink  of  that  eternity 

From  which  I  speak  deciding  to  permit  my  past 

To  serve  them  here  in  this. 

Go  to  a  priest,  kneel  down  with  streaming  eyes, 

And  tell  him  all  you  wish  God  would  forget. 

.Recalling  every  act  of  vicious  lust  or  taint 

,Of  marital  impurity;  each  obligation  slighted 

Or  unmet,  the  shirking  of  responsibility,  and  all  injustices. 

If  you  have  never  spoken  to  your  God,  or  knelt  before  Him, 

Unseen  though  He  be,  there  still  is  time  if  you  will  go  today. 

And  take  my  past  and  lay  it  at  His  feet,  and  pray  one  prayer 

For  me. 

Claim  no  redemption  here  unless  you  do. 

For  "death"  so  called  is  living  with  your  soul  for  aye. 

On  earth  a  man  enticed  by  sin  becomes  its  victim. 

There  is  no  place  a  sinner  here  may  go  then  on  the  earth 

But  to  his  soul  he  adds  a  bond  or  link  defying  all 

To  separate  through  God's  eternal  time. 

Each  day  his  burden  becomes  heavier  and  his  profits  less. 

But  he  does  not  realize  this  until  after  the  change  called 

"death." 

Which  means  he  inhabits  another  sphere  on  the  same  plane 
Where  he  lives  in  sin  surrounded  by  sinners 
As  before  he  passed  out  of  his  mortal  body. 
For  the  change  alters  nothing  in  the  man, 
He  being  what  he  made  himself,  how  can  he  blame  another 
For  the  victim  he  has  become. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  281 

We  rush  madly  into  the  arms  of  vice  and  crime 

Lust  and  disloyalty.     It  rushes  to  greet  us,  in  fact. 

And  I  long  to  say  here  how  little  man  profits 

From  sensation  in  the  spirit. 

This  chains  him  to  earth,  where  he  seeks  his  kind. 

Ideals  never  cling  to  grime. 

Loose  living  cannot  claim  a  permanent  convert. 

This  is  the  God  saved  in  each  rebelling  against  wrong,  or  sin. 

Conscience-  has  always  spoken  to  wrong  doers 

Until  its  voice  was  silenced  for  a  time  by  degradation. 

Then  remorse  weeps  over  its  bier. 

The  two  were  not  friends  in  life,  even  strangers, 

For  one  is  born  long  after  the  other  has  been  mute. 

My  own  conscience  in  fact  was  inert. 

I  believed  I  was  right  in  all  I  did 

And  saw  no  wrong  at  that  time  in  preserving  my  man 

At  the  expense  of  crime. 

Whoever  follows  a  false  voice  falls  lower 

Than  the  one  who  breaks  a  law. 

For  he  justifies  the  act  or  crime, 

By  stamping  it  with  his  entire  avowal  of  justification, 

Which  is  the  greater  wrong. 

Now  I  am  enlightened,  I  wish  to  warn  others, 

Save  them  by  my  own  failure,  through  my  own  crime  against 

nature 

For  which  I  was  banished  from  Almighty  God's  light 
For  .time  I  do  not  know,  hopelessly  alone, 
Unredeemed  until  now,  unless  by  God's  miracle 
My  work  from  the  spiritside  shall  redeem  me, 
As  I  see  all,  and  do  all  with  this  one's  help  I  can  do. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


282  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATION* 


THE  PEACE  OF  CHRIST 

In  the  universal  plan  of  God's  wisdom  there  is  no  blight  of 
greed  nor  any  scarcity  of  blessing.  We  are  given  a  bountiful 
earth  to  enjoy  with  all  its  fruits  and  products,  and  we  reap 
the  fields  of  His  munificence  without  stint.  We  are  given 
a  world  of  beauty  wherein  to  praise  Him,  and  a  firmament  be 
speaking  His  skill,  while  all  the  music  of  His  universal  spheres 
resounds  His  glorious  harmony. 

Men  take  for  granted  all  these  gifts,  while  they  enjoy  a  life- 
term  of  His  riches.  They  come  and  go,  prosper  and  rise, 
making  no  paeon  of  praise  for  the  Maker  of  all  things  in 
heaven  and  earth,  seeking  prosperity  of  riches  where  moth  and 
rust  doth  corrupt.  While  they  live  they  live  to  amass  that 
which  they  must  pass  on  and  leave  to  the  greedy  behind  them, 
never  thinking  of  the  moment  when  they  must  stand  before  the 
Maker  pauper  clad ! 

To  be  poor  in  a  world  of  material  things  is  sad.  But  to  be 
poor  in  the  spiritual  realm  of  God's  universal  love  is  to  sit  by 
the  wayside  famished,  an  outcast,  with  no  heritage — but  a 
soul  unclad  and  unfed. 

While  the  world  looks  down  upon  the  hungry  and  poor,  and 
an  outcast  feels  forgotten  of  God,  the  spirit-world  pities  the 
impoverished  soul  and  offers  a  helping  hand  to  succor  it  from 
degredation  and  need. 

Mortals  are  poor  only  when  they  lack  this  world's  gold,  and 
are  ill  clad ;  but  spirits  are  poor  when  they  bring  nothing  but 
these  to  place  before  the  throne  of  the  Almighty  who  in  His 
beneficent  love  has  given  His  incomparable  riches  to  bless 
them,  asking  only  a  tithe  of  praise  and  gratitude  for  all  His 
abundant  gifts. 

To  sit  by  the  roadside  homeless  and  friendless  with  no  place 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  283 

to  go,  and  no  one  to  care,  is  by  far  the  worse  plight  of  the 
homeless  anywhere. 

But  to  sit  in  the  darkness,  alone  and  remorseful,  with  a 
wasted  life  pictured  before  you  in  which  you  have  given 
naught  and  received  naught  is  to  be  the  poorest  man  alive, 
who  cannot  die! 

You  may  feel  the  sorrows  you  have  caused  in  the  world 
while  you  are  still  in  the  world  and  suffer  the  keenest  remorse 
a  mortal  can  know,  but  in  one  moment  of  eternity's  darkness 
a  remorseful  spirit  suffers  more  intense  agony  than  he  could 
in  a  lifetime  spent  in  repentant  tears! 

He  may  mourn  for  his  loved  ones  on  earth  when  they  pass, 
and  think  they  are  lost  or  damned ;  but  one  moment  spent  in 
impenetrable  gloom  where  no  one  has  met  him  or  prepared 
a  place  for  his  coming,  will  be  more  than  a  lifetime  of  funerial 
woe! 

Lives  there  a  man  who  can  conceive  of  such  poverty?  Lives 
one  of  so  vivid  imagination  that  he  can  recount  over  such 
misery? 

O  when  you  come  emptyhanded  and  emptyhearted  to  a  world 
of  eternal  bliss,  and  meet  with  no  friend  and  no  aid,  when 
you  sit  where  the  night  of  the  past  holds  no  glimmer  of  hope, 
no  ray  of  God's  love,  then  you  will  know  poverty  no  gold  ever 
paid  for,  and  friendlessness  no  society  ever  assauged! 

When  you  look  down  the  road  of  the  past  in  search  of  a 
wayfaring  friend,  straining  your  eye  for  a  glimpse  of  a  form 
you  once  knew,  and  still  there  is  no  one  in  sight, — will  you 
think  of  the  ones  on  the  earth  who  passed  who  were  paupers 
and  you  extended  them  no  helping  hand?  When  you  hunger 
for  a  crust  for  your  starving  soul,  and  there  is  no  one  to 
fling  even  this,  O  what  will  you  think  of 'your  poverty  then! 

O  what  can  you  think,  say,  or  do. 

Will  you  pick  up  the  cross  you  have  made  for  yourself,  and 
trudge  on  in  grim  poverty's  road?  Or  will  you  sit  still  where 


284  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

your  past  has  hailed  you  and  break  bread  with  your  heart  like 
a  stone? 

Will  you  kneel  in  the  dust  where  the  paupers  have  trod,  and 
bite  your  poor  nails  in  distress,  asking  God  to  forgive  you, 
and  give  you  a  chance  to  bless  others  as  He  you  did  bless? 

Will  you  keep  on  the  road  with  your  poor  bleeding  feet  ajl 
bruised  by  the  thorns  you  did  choose, — as  over  the  hill  and 
beyond,  and  beyond,  you  carry  the  cross  you  would  lose? 

Will  you  cry  to  a  God  that  you  never  have  known,  and  ex 
pect  Him  to  come  to  your  call,  when  you  never  have  called  to 
this  God  on  the  earth.  Or  lifted  one  there  who  did  fall? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

GREAT  MEN 

New  York,  May  12th,  1917.  To  his  countryman,  The  Hon. 
Arthur  J.  Balfour,  British  War  Commissioner  to  America. 
Where  I  now  find  myself  completely  out  of  touch  with  my  dear 
old  England,  but  nevertheless  interested  as  much  in  all  things 
concerning  her  welfare  as  in  the  days  when  I  laid  my  best 
at  her  feet  already  garlanded  o'er  with  Art's  rich  gems,  of 
which  I  thought  my  own  the  best  poor,  but  have  come  to  know 
the  estimate  of  worth  accorded  my  earthly  work,  as  we  in  the 
spirit  are  cognizant  of  all  things  on  the  earth,  and  I  wish 
to  say  that  such  appreciation  as  England's,  as  well  as  the 
world's,  has  been  my  only  real  pleasure,  as  what  those  works 
and  experiences  cost  me  in  the  realm  of  spirit  I  must  continue 
to  pay  for  throughout  eternal  time  I  am  told  here -where  I 
now  am.  O  men  of  England,  my  countrymen,  could  you  know 
the  ways  of  God  are  best,  and  leave  the  crimes  for  which  I 
pay,  and  turn  to  God  while  still  there  is  time  to  acknowledge 
sin  and  confess  iniquity  in  the  flesh,  what  would  ye  be  spared 
that  I  have  suffered  because  of  such  unconfessed  and  un- 
absolved  through  repentance!  Make  haste  while  there  is  yet 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  285 

time,  give  no  enemy  power  to  imprison  you  for  eternity !  Walk 
in  God's  ways,  and  rejoice  in  His  blessings  as  He  made  them ; 
worship  the  Creator  in  all  his  wisdom,  and  spare  remorse  and 
isolation  eternal!  Flee  from  the  tempter  while  there  is  time; 
draw  no  cheque  on  Eternity's  account,  which  belongs  to  the 
One  who  claims  all  this  treasury,  where  every  debt  outstanding 
must  be  paid  in  full ! 

Sorrow  through  time  on  the  earth,  but  rejoice  through  all 
time.  Give  all  that  is  just,  be  not  passion's  slave,  go  hence 
clean  and  white  and  saved.  God  gives  and  gives  bountifully, — 
His  gifts  are  sufficient  for  all.  Take  up  your  cross,  whatever  it 
is,  and  bear  it  as  bravely  as  you  can  with  His  help,  but  forsake 
Him  not  for  strange  gods,  neither  the  love-god,  so  called,  for 
there  is  a  record  kept  which  no  man  can  ponder,  and  this  tells 
all  to  your  living  intelligence  surviving  dissolution  of  the  body 
which  held  it  for  a  time  in  shackles,  to  free  it  forever  a  won- 
derer  through  space  seeking  its  own  kin  and  kind  barred  from 
them  all,  unless  through  a  miracle  of  His  own,  which  I  know 
not  yet,  through  centuries  of  time. 

Be  to  each  other  all  God  saw  fit  in  His  creation  when  He 
saw  man  needed  a  mate,  and  gave  him  woman  to  bear  and 
share  with  him  one  of  His  divine  creations.  Go  to  Him  with 
her  praises  in  your  hearts,  and  on  your  lips  unsoiled,  unsullied 
by  any  perverse  act  whatever,  and  looking  back  upon  your 
earthly  career  be  able  still  to  occupy  a  place  of  honor  and 
purity  by  her  side  who  has  borne  your  children  admirably  and 
in  purity  and  honor,  have  the  right  to  share  with  them  all  the 
divine  glory  of  God's  richest  reward  everlasting. 

This  is  from  the  heart  of  the  poet  you  revere,  whose  words 
you  cherish,  whose  dust  is  to  you  precious,  and  whose  love 
is  still  yours,  and  ever  shall  be.  And  I  sign  this  with  my  full 
name  and  insignia : 

SIR  WILLIAM  SHAKESPEARE, 
Knighted  by  Eliza  and  James,  England. 


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GREAT  MEN 

Great  men  and  brave  have  laid  their  lives  down  at  their  coun 
try's  feet, 

Tn  trials,  through  war,  have  won  at  last,  when  certain  seemed 
defeat, — 

Chosen  from  the  great  multitude  of  iron  sinew  and  brawn, 

The  victory  was  won  through  them,  through  them  men  glimpsed 
the  dawn ! 

We  pay  our  homage  to  such  men,  though  we  have  passed  be 
yond. 

We  laud  the  brave  and  true  no  less,  are  keen  and  loving,  fond 
As  when  we  could  "Hoo-ray"  with  men  upon  the  mortal  plane. 
Alas,  we  feel  all  else  as  they,  and  share  their  earthly  pain. 

But  greatness  friends,  that  shall  count  here,  where  spirits  come 

at  last 
Will  be  the  sum  of  righteous  love  they  bore  their  God  when 

passed 

Into  His  realm  where  heroes  be  the  fighters  of  earth-sins, 
Where  wars  make  wrecks  of  armies,  yea,  and  but  a  Hero  wins ! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 
(Through  his  medium,  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford.) 

FIRST  EXPERIENCES  AFTER  THE  CHANGE  CALLED 

DEATH 

The  world  of  life  had  passed  away,  and  still  he  was  alive. 
The  world  of  life  was  everwhere  and  on  every  hand  he  saw 
those  who  had  passed  into  spiritlands,  speaking,  walking,  and 
doing  all  he  had  just  been  doing  on  the  earth  in  his  mortal 
frame  which  now  rested  neath  the  sod.  What  had  happened, 
he  asked  himself,  and  where  was  he  anyhow,  that  all  these 
disembodied  forms  encircled  about  him  in  curious  wonder  at 
the  new  arrival,  himself,  and  talked  of  his  malady  and  his 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  287 

identity,  his  country  and  all  which  so  lately  concerned  him. 

Did  he  realize  what  had  happened  at  once,  do  you  think,  or 
did  he  realize  gradually  that  he  had  passed  from  his  bodily 
form  and  become  a  spirit  and  was  in  the  spirit's  realm  above 
and  near  the  earth,  in  fact  so  near  there  was  no  difference 
that  he  could  see  except  that  he  was  naked,  unclothed  as  when 
he  was  born,  while  the  others  surrounding  him  wore  all  kinds 
of  raiment  of  various  materials,  cuts,  and  colors, — a  fantastical 
set  as  ever  his  eyes  had  seen  while  in  their  human  sockets,  he 
can  tell  you. 

I  had  passed  out  in  a  little  town  in  England,  on  the  River 
Avon,  near  a  churchyard  where  my  bones  were  laid  to  rest,  of 
a  fever  caused  through  a  long  seige  of  revel  with  my  friends 
who  came  to  felicitate  me  on  my  good  fortune  of  having  suc 
ceeded  in  life  to  the  uttermost  in  everything  I  had  set  out  to 
do  (except  one  thing  which  they  neither  knew  of,  or  know  of 
to-day,  for  all  I  know  here)  including  rehabilitating  myself  in 
fortune's  favour,  as  well  as  establishing  myself  in  the  good- 
graces  of  my  family  at  home,  where  this  revel  was  held  in  their 
honor.  As  my  good  friends  they  were  sharers  in  much  of  my 
misfortune,  so  why  should  they  not  now  partake  of  that  which 
the  world  called  riches.  For  myself,  I  was  not  a  heavy  drinker, 
in  fact  did  not  care  for  heavy  liquors.  But  the  festival  of 
reunion  as  well  as  good-fellowship  was  at  its  height  and  in 
cluded  these  as  usual. 

Now  when  I  say  did  not  care  for  liquor,  do  not  misunder 
stand  me,  and  blame  my  friends  for  the  malady  which  caused 
my  rapid  transference  to  the  world  of  spirit.  These  are  things 
which  must  happen  and  always  do  happen,  either  through  the 
tides  of  fate,  or  the  will  of  higher  powers,  for  I  am  not  able 
to  state  where  I  now  am  which  took  me  from  my  earthy  habi 
tation  to  the  one  I  occupy. 

You  will  say  this  is  a  spirit  who  could  not  have  believed  in 
a  Supreme  Being  while  on  the  earth,  and  who  now  doubts 


288  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

the  existence  of  One.  In  this  you  are  wrong.  If  you  will  look 
through  my  works  written  through  many  different  moods,  you 
will  find  no  statements  therein  on  which  to  base  such  an  as 
sertion.  I  pray  you  have  patience  and  see  for  yourselves,  if  this 
is  trueth  I  speak.  Take  my  works  and  search  them  for  an  in 
fidel's  mark  and  tell  me  if  the  one  who  wrote  them  reverenced, 
worshiped,  accredited  to  all  his  characters,  the  love  and  fear 
of  a  living  Almighty,  conscious,  cognizant,  all-prevailing 
Spirit,  called  God. 

You  will  find  Him  in  every  drama  at  least,  and  so  far  as  those 
other  superlative  love-sonnets  of  mine  concern  the  Creator  of 
all  that  a  creature  holds  sacred  and  lovely,  I  thanked  God  with 
every  breath  in  those  for  the  worldy  love  I  felt  must  be,  could 
only  be,  a  part  of  such  love  as  His  own.  This  I  shall  leave 
for  further  explanation  at  a  future  time.  You  will  understand 
how  I  reverence  every  beauty  and  wonder  God  made,  if  you 
are  a  student  of  my  earthly  works.  For  this  my  first  spirit 
ual  work,  or  rather  work  of  mine  for  my  own  self  done  through 
mediumship  in  the  spirit. 

Now  this  cannot  concern  a  large  portion  of  humanity  for 
the  reason  a  small  percentage  only  believe  in  the  possibility  of 
spirit-return.  When  these  read  that  I  have  found  an  instru 
ment  through  whom  I  can  not  only  write  but  speak,  they  may 
interest  a  larger  number  to  investigate  the  truth  of  medium- 
ship  and  spirit-communication.  At  least  this  is  one  hope  of 
mine.  But  the  chief  object  for  which  I  am  here  writing  is 
entirely  one  of  self-expression  and  justification.  The  laws 
which  govern  the  spirit  are  more,  and  harder  to  over-ride  than 
all  the  laws  of  mortals,  or  all  they  could  conceive.  This  will 
be  subject  matter  for  another  paper,  as  well. 

To  have  overcome  these  so  far  as  to  be  able  to  write  this 
paper  alone  is  to  have  accomplished  what  William  Shakes 
peare  has  never  before  been  able  to  accomplish  during  the 
centuries  since  he  passed  into  spirit.  That  I  have  worked 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  289 

for  this  and  nothing  else  would  be  practically  the  truth,  but 
I  fear  your  interest  might  abate  in  the  task  of  one  so  selfish. 

To  suffer  with  no  surcease,  to  become  an  outcast  for  no 
cause,  to  have  committed  no  crime  but  one,  and  that  against 
myself,  and  for  this  and  its  consequent  evils  resulting  from  it, 
to  lose  forever  the  chance  of  association  with  my  kind  in  the 
spiritworld ;  to  be  cognizant  of  my  own  shortcomings,  sins, 
failures,  and  repentant  more  than  mortals  conceive  repentance 
could  mean,  and  yet,  to  be  assured  of  no  Saviour's  benign  par 
don,  no  mercy  from  God  throughout  all  eternal  aeons  of  time, 
immortal  spirit  that  I  am,  this  is  to  be  an  outcast  in  the 
spirit  world  where  I  am,  where  no  one  can  help,  or  save  and 
where  none  ever  live  if  they  can  wander  back  to  the  earth  to 
be  with  their  own  kindred  souls  who  inhabit  the  earth  in 
mortal  bodies  still,  unlettered  in  spirit,  ignorant  as  babes  as 
to  all  I  write  herein,  and  therefore  lambs  of  our  bosoms,  and 
hopes  of  our  souls! 

Why,  you  ask,  does  this  one  permit  you  to  write  these  words, 
knowing  all  you  say,  as  she  must  have  been  told.  Because  in 
her  innocence  she  harboured  a  spirit  who  inspired  her  to 
write  her  poems, — all  trustful,  hopeful,  good,  and  fine, — and 
when  all  her  work  was  finished  she  learned  who  wrote  the 
most  of  them,  then  refused  to  sign  her  name  any  longer  when 
she  heard  the  words  at  last  spoken  in  the  inner  ear,  instead 
of  inspirationally,  as  before.  She  now  writes  to  my  dictation 
just  as  an  amanuensis  would  take  articulate  words  from  the 
lips  of  a  living  man. 

When  a  spirit  finds  a  medium  through  which  they  can  work 
as  while  on  earth,  they  are  at  once  overjoyed,  and  overcome 
with  fear  lest  they  lose  them  through  some  mortal  idiocyn- 
crasy,  or  loss  of  power  either  their  own  or  some  intervening 
current  spiritual  or  magnetic,  and  to  do  the  work  I  have  longed 
to  do,  suffered  to  do,  is  my  first  aim  through  this  one  now 
writing.  When  this  is  finished  it  will  be  her  ambition  to  go 


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on  and  convince  the  material  world  of  the  truth  of  spirit 
return,  and  we  may  work  together  in  order  to  reach  a  higher 
class  of  intelligence  than  most  mediums  are  able  to  reach. 

She  is  a  rare  instrument  in  my  hands,  subservient  and  highly 
strung.  In  fact  so  highly  strung  by  me  of  late  in  opening 
the  inner-ear  to  hear  this  voice  I  now  use,  as  to  have  been  over 
wrought  nervously  by  shock  of  hearing  spirit-voices,  having 
rested  for  a  long  period  of  time  under  doctor's  and  nurses' 
care.  She  will  now  finish  the  paper  I  begun. 

You  will  see  by  this  effort,  plainly  discernable  to  anyone 
of  mediocre  intelligence,  she  is  carrying  out  my  directions, 
and  mine  only. 

When  I,  William  Shakespeare,  reached  the  spirit  world,  I 
gave  little  time  to  remorse,  or  weeping  as  I  have  seen  others, 
but  set  about  to  find  my  equals,  or  superiors,  in  that  land  where 
I  was  a  new  arrival. 

There  seemed  to  be  none  of  these  on  the  exact  spot  where 
I  had  located,  as  it  were,  as  it  is  hard  to  describe  a  spirit- 
transition, — and  I  conceived  the  plan  of  looking  farther,  seek 
ing,  indeed  searching,  for  mine  own.  Surely  they  were  there: 
surely  they  would  help  me  on  my  way,  where  no  spirit  newly 
arrived,  can  help  themselves  much,  especially  those  who  have 
been  very  ill  and  long  suffered  maladies  which  consumed  their 
spirit-strength. 

But  my  search  was  in  vain  until  now.  Here  am  I,  nobody, 
— not  even  a  king's  fool, — with  no  chance  to  make  myself  heard 
by  the  earthfolk  whom  I  would  serve,  and  save,  through  my 
sufferings, — whom  I  always  loved  and  still  love.  And  for 
whom  I  shall  have  written  a  soul's  message,  whether  they  par 
take  of  its  counsel  or  not.  It  rests  witl}  them. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  291 

THE  MYSTERIOUS  PORTAL 

In  the  subject  for  my  paper  tonight  I  have  chosen  a  word 
mortals  use,  and  must  continue  to  use,  so  long  as  they  prefer 
to  know  nothing  regarding  the  life  after  "death"  (so-called). 

It  is  mysterious  to  us  who  have  passed  through  as  well  as 
to  you  in  the  body.  For  a  spirit  in  the  world  I  occupy  is  not 
in  God's  confidence  because  he  has  left  his  body  and  occupies 
another  sphere  above  that  inhabited  by  his  "shape"  covered 
over  by  its  seemly  cloak  of  hide.  We  grasp  a  few  facts,  discern 
a  few  truths,  most  of  these  applying  directly  to  ourselves, 
and  those  who  surround  us.  But  we  do  not  know  the  slightest 
meaning  of  the  continuity  of  life,  nor  what  is  the  ultimate  end 
of  our  sufferings,  or  debasements,  in  this  land  from  whence  I 
come,  to  which  all  mortals  go  I  may  add,  or  through  which 
they  must  pass  before  they  may  go  on.  Where,  even  we  do  not 
know.  You  see  therefore  the  mysterious  portal  even  beyond 
the  change.  Perhaps  other  spheres  (there  must  be  others,  since 
my  own  are  not  here)  have  their  mystery  also.  We  are  in 
formed  here  there  is  no  more  "dying."  The  spirit  progresses 
as  it  deserves,  through  service,  outliving  its  body-crimes  or 
taints,  and,  through  worship  and  oneness  with  God. 

Here  I  must  stop.  For  I  know  not  His  secrets,  neither  His 
plans,  the  unfoldment  of  which  is  more  evident  after  the 
change,  as  well  as  the  desire  to  know  Him  and  serve  Him  ac 
cording  to  His  commands. 

We  long  for  Divine  knowledge.  Perhaps  this  is  the  greatest 
longing  a  spirit  knows.  Life  has  been  futile  evidently,  and 
without  our  realizing  that  it  was  being  made  so  by  ourselves. 

The  fear  then  distresses  us  constantly  lest  we  fail  again 
along  other  paths  which  still  seem  dark.  While  all  souls  are 
enlightened  through  transition  they  have  gained  no  wisdom 
through  the  mysterious  portal  regarding  future  worlds,  and 


292  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

little  they  might  not  have  cherished  on  the  earth  had  they 
been  wakeful  and  heeded  the  warnings  of  Scripture. 

We  have  no  cares  that  were  earth's  cares,  and  as  our  advan 
tage  to  possess  all  of  earth's  knowledge  becomes  apparent  we 
strive  for  it  in  the  archives  of  the  spirit :  but  there  are  many 
handicaps  not  to  be  overcome  through  centuries,  even  so. 

Minds  brilliant  have  come  and  passed  on  from  us  without 
profiting  by  these  opportunities,  devoting  all  of  time  to  His- 
service  of  helping  or  directing  those  too  poor  or  unfortunate 
or  misshapen  to  help  themselves. 

Then  again  there  are  laws  in  the  spirit  world,  which,  if 
disobeyed,  must  retard  spirit-growth,  perhaps  eternally.  Laws 
which  govern  spirits  and  mortals.  A  few  of  these  I  may  cite : 
Spirits  must  not  alarm  mortals.  Under  no  stress  of  grief  are 
they  permitted  to  break  this  law.  Only  as  a  divine  well  earned 
blessing  are  spirits  permitted  to  materialize  before  mortals 
lest  fright  unhinge  reason.  A  mortal  must  adjust  their  own 
affairs,  then,  who  is  alarmed  at  the  thought  of  their  own  being 
with  them,  who  long  only  to  comfort  and  serve  them.  Since 
we  are  everywhere  mortals  are  and  know  their  trials  and  have 
added  powers  or  gifts  through  the  spirit,  many  of  which  I  may 
not  mention,  this  fear  of  the  "dead"  robs  them  of  spirit  help 
more  often  than  spirits  are  under  such  conditions  able  to  help 
them. 

We  still  speak  of  the  mystery  of  "death,"  lauding  the  Giver 
of  both  body  and  spirit,  never  ceasing  to  wonder  at  it  all. 
We  are  breaking  a  Divine  law  if  we  obsess  a  mortal.  That 
is,  occupy  their  mental  or  physical  house.  Also  to  describe 
the  secrets  of  God's  adjustment  for  broken  laws,  one  of  which 
I  have  broken  here  when  I  tell  you  of  the  dark  place  from 
which  I  wandered  before  finishing  my  term  of  payment,  and 
for  which  I  must  pay  eventually,  as  all  must  pay. 

We  may  aid  in  any  way  where  we  are  welcomed,  or  where 
there  is  suffering.  We  may  inspire,  warn,  uplift,  through 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  293 

spirit-power  even  though  there  is  no  mediumistic  clairvoyance 
or  clairaudience. 

Let  me  say  too  that  we  never  fail  to  help  those  who  depend 
on  us  unless  it  is  beyond  our  power. 

Could  you  have  seen  as  I  saw  the  stream  of  spirits  following 
the  soldiers  marching  away,  you  would  know  the  interest  the 
so-called  "dead"  take  in  the  living  (?),  and  the  nearness  of 
"heaven"  (so-called).  Just  another  mystery,  that  is  all. 

How  wide  is  the  portal,  the  mysterious  portal !  And  when 
will  it  open  for  us  who  have  passed  through  "death."  And 
what  is  behind  it,  and  back  of  it  all.  I  can  answer  but  the  last 
question:  The  Almighty  God  of  Wisdom. 

WILLIAM  SHAKESPEARE,,  In  the  Spirit 

(Through  S.  S.) 
("Sign  my  full  name.    W.  S.") 


TWO  WORLDS  ONE 

There  is  a  phase  of  mortal  existence  like  unto  spirit,  verily 
more  spirituelle  than  some  spirits,— and  there  is  a  phase  of 
spiritual  existence  like  unto  mortals  insomuch  as  they  are 
here  upon  the  earth,  exactly  as  before  departing  this  life  (as 
their  dear  ones  believe),  in  all  their  beings  exactly  the  same  as 
when  in  the  body,  their  intellects  keener  than  before  (for  the 
chief  attribute  of  spirit  IS  mind)  and  their  interests  for  the 
most  part  what  they  were  in  the  body. 

When  we  look  and  do  not  see  as  mortals,  there  is  great 
pathos,  and  much  fun  in  the  phenomenon ;  but  when  as  spirits 
we  cannot  make  mortals  see  or  hear  or  believe,  no  matter  what 
wonders  we  are  able  to  work,  there  is  only  tragedy  in  such 
failure.  Sometimes  we  long  to  convince  our  nearest  and  dearest 
that  we  are  beside  them  still,  and  they  feel  strange,  uncommon, 
unearthly,  reasons  for  believing  we  are  near,  but,  unless  we 
can  produce  a  wonder-worker,  a  clairvoyante  or  medium 


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through  which  we  transmit  a  personal  message  of  actual  oc- 
curances  remembered  while  on  the  earth,  there  is  no  hope  of 
making  even  the  nearest  to  us  even  investigate  our  abode  or 
the  possibilities  of  spirit  return.  This  for  the  most  part  causes 
the  greatest  grief,  next  to  remorse,  as  spirit  knows.  But  there 
are  other  sorrows,  too,  quite  as  hard  to  bear.  For  instance, 
we  are  led  to  hope  heaven  means  reunion  with  the  dear  ones 
passed-bef ore,  and  this  for  many  robs  death  of  its  sting ! 

But  this  is  not  possible  always,  in  fact  it  is  only  possible  to 
saints,  as  in  the  spirit  world  "there  are  many  mansions" 
through  which  we  are  not  allowed  to  seek  for  our  loved  ones, 
and  heaven  does  not  therefore  constitute  a  place  of  reunion 
for  all. 

Also,  we  are  told  on  earth  that  death  seals  all,  solves  all, 
erases  all,  heals  all, — none  of  which  is  literally  true. 

But  to  rob  mortals  of  their  hope  is  not  my  mission.  To 
prepare  them  for  a  future  in  which  they  share  their  past  and 
belong  wherever  it  allots  them, — to  make  them  aware  of  their 
own  nearness  to  those  out  of  the  body  called  "spirits,"  the 
reliance  of  these  on  mortals  whom  they  long  to  help  and  serve, 
as  well  as  the  obsession  of  unruly  spirits  who  cling  to  their 
own  kind  attracted  to  them  by  like  sins  or  desires, — this,  this 
IS  my  mission,  in  prose.  For  I  have  a  mission  all  my  own 
beside  this  of  course,  which  I  will  state  otherwhere. 

The  preponderance  of  skepticism  over  mortals  desire  to 
learn  of  the  departed  is  amazingly  incredible  to  the  spirit- 
world. 

We  have  no  way  of  overcoming  this,  except  through  long 
periods  of  time,  once  in  an  age,  a  miracle  happens,  to  wit :  An 
instrument  is  found  capable  in  some  of  the  spirit  requirements, 
who  is  also  willing  to  serve,  in  her  or  his  own  unselfish  dower, 
being  fine  enough  to  obliterate  self  entirely  for  this  purpose. 
When  mortals  are  aware  of  the  spirit  speaking  through  them, 
either  audibly  or  inspiringly,  they  attach  themselves  readily, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  295 

and  adjust  themselves  in  temperament,  environment,  and  phys 
ical  being,  to  do  the  spirit's  bidding.  This  is  not  always  well, 
for,  as  I  have  stated,  spirits  do  not  differ  from  mortals  in  any 
way  because  they  are  no  longer  carrying  their  house  of  flesh. 
And  the  spirits  nearest  the  earth  plane  are  oftenest  those  of 
wicked,  lustful  tendencies,  occupying  space  and  place  near 
their  old  haunts  until  all  theirs  pass  over  whom  they  idolize. 

Spirits  inhabit  mortal  bodies  sometimes,  in  order  to  accom 
plish  their  own  wicked  devices, — alcoholic  inebriates  especially 
fasten  to,  and  obsess,  mortals  who  will  satisfy  their  craving  as 
when  they  were  on  earth.  This  alone  causes  many  of  the 
sodden  earthfolks  inebriety,  did  they  know  it,  and  were  it  un 
derstood,  more  sympathy  would  be  extended  these  who  cannot 
overcome  their  desire  for  debauchery.  There  should  be  spirit 
physicians,  or  physicians  understanding  spirit  obsession  who 
could  treat  and  save  these  poor  mortals.  Insanity  is  obsession 
in  ninety  per  cent  of  its  horrors  can  be  cured  in  no  other  way 
than  by  freeing  the  mortal  of  the  spirit  possessing  its  mental 
house,  or  obscessing  its  physical  being.  "A  house  divided 
against  itself  will  fall." 

The  world  is  awakening.  Slowly  the  veil  is  being  lifted  or 
thrust  aside  by  the  separated  mutually  seeking  'communication, 
forming  the  wireless  conditions,  which  need  only  polarizing  to 
perfect.  At  the  close  of  this  war  this  will  be  established  beyond 
the  doubt  of  any  mortal  now  living ;  but,  as  in  Jesus  of  Naza 
reth's  time,  who  can  prophecy  when  the  doubting  Thomases  will 
scoff,  and  joke  at  spirits  as  ghosts, — parleying  the  question  only 
in  a  spirit  of  fun-making ! 

When  the  living  sleep,  and  find  themselves  alive, 
And  seek  to  help  the  earth  ones  how  to  thrive, 
Finding  their  poor  souls  all  self-satisfied, 
They,  too,  will  pass,  as  others  passed  and  "died." 


296  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

When  these  "alive"  know  what  of  all  means  "death," 
And  strive  to  aid  their  loved-ones  having  breath, 
To  save  them  from  their  lot,  even  when  closed  their  eyes, 
>Tis  sad  to  see  THESE  WEEP,  in  Paradise ! 

When  mortals  pause,  or  long  to  understand, 
The  laws  which  govern  the  near  spirit  land, 
Hosannas  from  this  world  will  then  be  rung, 
The  earth  will  hear,  and  all  aside  "death's"  veil  be  flung! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SPIRIT-MEMORY 

(By  Wm.  Shakespeare,   In  spirit  through  Sarah  Taylor 
Shatford,  his  only  medium.) 

When  a  spirit  finds  himself  here  alive  and  naked,  and  clothes 
himself  as  nearly  as  I  could  explain  it  so  mortals  can  under 
stand  it,  he  tries  to  recall  names,  and  dates,  and  places,  and 
faces,  in  connection  with  his  earth-life,  and  sometimes  suc 
ceeds  very  well,  but  oftener  finds  it  is  impossible.  For  while 
a  man  must  bring  along  to  this  spirit-world  all  memories  of 
his  misdeeds  and  wrongs  of  earth  for  which  he  is  responsible, 
he  passes  through  so  many  changes,  suffers  so  much  agony  (for 
all  suffer  when  they  see  themselves  just  as  they  have  been 
through  a  life-term  of  earth-errors  and  this  is  the  hell  even 
Jesus  of  Nazareth  descended  into)  that  when  in  God's  mercy 
they  are  relieved  and  come  out  into  the  light  of  His  love  and 
forgiveness,  they  are  much  like  an  earth-body  who  has  recovered 
from  a  lingering  fever, — weak,  and  with  little  strength  of 
their  own. 

Here,  those  appointed  to  help  and  serve  the  new  arrivals, 
the  new-born  spirits,  lead,  and  advise  with  them,  until  they 
become  efficient  in  turn  to  aid  newcomers, — for  this  is  the 
first  service  spirits  perform  for  their  God  in  the  spiritland. 

It  takes  a  spirit  a  long  time  to  recover  his  strength  some- 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  297 

times, — but  I  choose  not  to  dwell  upon  the  unhappy  side  of  this 
question,  but  to  begin  with  a  spirit  rehabilitated  and  regen 
erate,  having  suffered  and  atoned,  and  become  one  anxious  to 
undo  his  past  by  continual  service  to  the  One  all  serve  here  who 
progress,  or  desire  to  be  one  with  Him. 

When  a  spirit  is  first  taken  to  the  earth-plane  after  his  re 
generation  is  completed  through  his  own  repentance  and  re 
morse  alone  (for  it  all  rests  with  us  here  as  well  as  when  we 
were  on  the  earth,  what  we  would  be)  he  is  so  overjoyed  to  go 
into  his  old  home  or  haunts,  see  his  own  still  in  the  body,  that 
it  is  a  happy  errand  when  we  old  spirits  are  designated  to  teach 
them  how  they  may  return  by  their  own  volition,  unaccom 
panied  by  others. 

But  their  memory,  that  is,  the  ability  to  recall  names  even 
their  own,  dates,  time,  or  places,  this  we  lose,  as  something  not 
necessary  to  retain  I  suppose,  for  here  we  are  not  called  by 
name  or  known  by  name.  It  remains  only  for  the  illustri 
ous  immortals  of  earth  to  be  known  by  their  names  here,  and 
this  would  not  be  if  the  earth-folk  arriving  did  not  seek  them 
out  and  continue  to  insist  on  immortalizing  them.  This  is 
what  it  means,  then,  to  be  great  on  the  earth. 

So  much  doubt  is  expressed  by  mortals  when  the  discrep- 
encies  in  spirit  communications  are  unearthed,  and  they  find 
small  details  differing  from  the  exact  truth,  and  this  is  one 
of  the  most  difficult  matters  spirits  can  never  overcome. 

For  if  it  is  not  considered  necessary  here  to  have  a  name, 
that  you  once  were  called  by  a  certain  arrangement  of  the  al 
phabet  does  not  matter  except  as  it  matters  to  prove  that  your 
own  departed  are  present,  are  alive,  and  have  returned  to 
tell  you  so. 

If  mortals  knew  the  difficulties  to  be  overcome,  the  trials  to 
be  met,  before  spirit  could  manifest  through  mortal  bodies  or 
voices,  they  would  appreciate  the  efforts  of  both  spirits  and 
mediums,  which  we  regret  they  do  not  as  yet  give  credence 


298  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

but  drop  their  investigations  just  as  soon   as  some  trifling 
incident  can  be  disproved. 

The  Bible  would  help  them  to  overcome  these  doubts,  did 
they  ever  read  it,  or  ,  should  the  church-going  Christians  be 
lieve  what  they  profess  of  Jesus  of  Nazareth,  but  religion  and 
Christliness  they  put  on  as  their  Sunday  togs,  chafing  if 
they  must  wear  them  this  entire  day — and  to  ears  deaf,  eyes 
blind,  the  men  of  God  exhort,  orate,  and  harangue  in  vain. 
You  may  beat  upon  a  closed  door  with  the  palm  of  one  hand, 
or  many  hands,  for  ages  of  time  and  Eternity  and  never  get 
into  the  room  which  it  seals! 

Well,  the  ministers  ask,  "What  are  we  to  do  about  it? 
What  can  we  try  next?"  Oh,  Men-of-God,  Shepherds  of  the 
hills  of  doubting  hearts,  this  is  the  problem  of  the  entire 
spirit-world  as  well  as  yours. 

At  the  close  of  the  present  war  in  Europe,  there  will  be  a 
spiritual  awakening;  spiritual  manifestations  will  take  place 
all  over  the  earth;  it  will  be  a  common  occurrence  to  see  the 
spirit-world  in  communion  with  this  one,  mortals  will  be  given 
spirit-sight  and  spirit-hearing.  All  souls  will  reach  out  for 
this  manna  but  the  greatest  revelations  will  occur  on  the 
battlefields  of  Europe,  where  Christ  will  appear  and  the  dead 
arise. 

We  have  known  this  since  the  beginning  of  this  war.  And 
let  all  those  who  think  the  war  a  mistake,  or  a  one-man  or 
dered  or  censored  affair,  pause  to  consider  then,  when  they 
behold  His  second  coming.  And  let  them  know  the  hand  of 
God  was  behind  it,  which  same  Hand  is  gathering  together 
His  hosts  today  making  ready  for  the  last  chapter  in  the  book 
of  War, — which  has  been  written  to  save  mankind  from  their 
own  self-destruction, — and  their  souls  for  their  Maker. 

Where  on  the  earth  today,  except  in  these  sorrowing  lands, 
are  men  thinking  on  Christ,  or  His  coming,  or  going,  for  that 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

matter!  If  souls  must  be  harrowed,  and  bodies  shot  to  pieces, 
to  reclaim  the  world  and  save  it  for  Him  who  made  it,  is  it 
more  than  God  gave  when  He  brought  forth  His  own  Son, 
and  permitted  Him  to  be  crucified  before  the  eyes  of  men,  that 
He  might  save  men  from  themselves? 

The  sacrifices  and  slaughters  of  war  can  never  surpass  the 
sacrifice,  or  the  slaughter,  of  God's  only  Son,  Jesus  of  Naz 
areth!  Think  of  it  ...  ponder  it  over,  ye  mortals,— and 
know  the  God  of  Jesus  is  YOUR  God,  and  in  His  benificence 
there  is  no  suffering  lost!  Then  watch,  and  pray,  and  open 
the  doors  of  your  minds,  and  the  portals  of  your  hearts,  ami 
be  ready  when  He  comes  to  receive  Him,  and  make  clean  your 
houses  within,  that  ye  may  invite  Him  to  sup  with  you,  and 
refresh  His  weary  spirit,  which  ye  have  helped  to  make  weary, 

alas,  oh  alas! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

MISGUIDED  LOVE 

By  Wm.  Shakespeare  In  Spirit   (Through  Sarah  Taylor 
Shatford,  Feb.  10th,   1917.) 

When  two  lovers  find  complete  unity  of  sentiment  and  sen 
sation  they  are  called  "mates,"  or  "affinities,"  since  complete 
harmony  is  so  seldom  known  that  it  is  remarkable  and  to  be 
remarked  when  found. 

There  is  a  love  which  justifies  glorification,  but  it  is  not 
sexual,  nor  does  sex  enter  into  this  love.  The  love  of  God  for 
the  world  when  He  gave  His  only  begotten  Son;  the  love  of 
this  Son  for  the  Father  who  sent  Him;  the  love  of  Jesus  for 
Lazarus  and  His  disciples;  and  the  love  of  Mary  Magdalene 

for  the  Master. 

Such  love  knows  neither  sentiment  nor  sensation,  but  never 
theless  the  perfect  example  of  deified,  glorified  love/  The  word 
(love)  itself  might  be  defined  by  these  examples.  To  connect 


300  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

the  sexual  act  with  reverential  love  presupposes  that  it  is 
of  God,  which  it  is  only  when  subservient  to  His  laws.  Man 
kind  abuses  the  law-of-life  every  time  he  uses  it  for  another 
purpose  than  for  which  God  made  it.  The  germ  of  life  which 
only  God  can  give  and  the  Creator  only  understands,  is  for  the 
increase  of  specie,  and  man  who  was  made  in  God's  image 
and  likeness  was  intrusted  with  this  law,  for  the  sole  purpose 
of  propagation,  behind  which  was  the  law  of  attraction.  What 
grief  the  perversion  of  this  act  and  the  breaking  of  these  laws 
causes  mortals  is  known  forever  in  all  worlds. 

The  mistake  made  by  so  many  who  never  loved  anything 
or  anyone, — who  bind  themselves  to  vice  for  all  time  for  a 
sensation  which  masters  their  intelligence,  will,  bodily  func 
tions  and  health,  is  not  any  part  of  love,  nor  any  part  of 
God,  but  the  animal  controlling  all  the  man  made  in  His 
image,  the  likeness  of  which  they  pride  themselves  they  are 
not. 

This  text  is  shunned  by  the  men-of-God  who  from  the  pul 
pits  guide  the  flocks  because  of  its  appeal  to  the  lower  senses ; 
but  they  do  not  know  while  they  are  still  and  quiet  the  wolf 
is  stealing  the  sheep! 

Speak  out,  cry  out,  O  Shepherds  of  Men,  for  surely  a  God 
will  not  hold  you  guiltless  unless  the  unwary  are  warned  of 
this  beast  which  creeps  into  every  fold  bearing  stealthily  off 
the  tenderest,  the  choicest  of  your  flocks! 

Shall  the  time  ever  come  on  earth  when,  as  God  intended, 
worship  and  love  shall  belong  first  to  Him,  and  following  His 
laws  no  ideals  shall  be  shattered,  no  vices  attached,  no  prosti 
tution  allowed,  no  perverts  intermingling  with  the  decent  and 
unpolluted,  no  scavanger  breed  diseasing  the  unborn, — but 
man  made  in  His  image,  God-fearing  and  loving,  companioned 
by  holy  thoughts,  mated  to  his  own  kind,  living  to  serve  and 
praise  the  everliving  God,  who  is  Love! 

Keep  while  you  still  may  be  the  keeper  of  chastity,  the  law 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  oOl 

of  God's  love  written  clear  on  the  tablets  of  your  hearts,  defy 
ing  not  the  Creator,  "who  made  all  that  was  made,  and  saw 
that  it  was  good." 

Keep  in  the  way  unfrequented  by  beasts,  lest  when  you  sleep 
they  overpower  you!  Guard  the  door  that  you  may  see  who 
would  enter  in!  And  call  for  the  protection  of  Him  who 
stands  without,  waiting  to  save  while  there  is  time ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  SEX  RELATION 

When  the  Creator  rested  and  viewed  all  He  made,  and  saw 
that  all  He  made  was  good,  He  had  not  yet  made  woman  to 
be  man's  helpmete  or  companion.  Seeing  with  infinite  vision, 
and  comprehending  with  Infinite  wisdom,  He  knew  that  His 
work  was  incomplete;  and  as  the  great  artist  adds  the  final 
touch  to  his  masterpiece,  God  made  woman,  the  most  perfect 
of  all  His  works,  and,  of  all,  the  most  compassionate,  and  like 
unto  Himself. 

When  God  saw  that  man  needed  woman,  He  recognized  the 
principal  he  set  in  motion  when  He  created  life;  for  to  re 
create  and  replenish  there  must  be  the  life-seed,  which  is  still 
His  own  secret,  despite  the  genius  of  man  "made  in  His  image." 
Thus  He  made  woman  to  perfect  the  sublimity  of  all  He  had 
made,  and  He  made  her  to  fulfill  a  mission  so  God-like,  so 
sacred,  that  no  scientists  with  their  God-given  minds  have 
yet  fathomed  His  mystery  of  sex-copulation,  child-fathering, 
or  mothering.  Until  today  the  life-germ  secret  belongs  to 
the  Creator. 

When  man  and  woman  inherited  a  kingdom  all  their  own, 
and  belonged  to  each  other,  God's  gift  was  complete.  And 
while  they  were  forbidden  to  eat  of  the  fruit  of  the  tree,  the 
Bible  tells  us,  God's  complement  of  male  and  female,  through 
which  all  nature  is  replenished,  must  have  been  made  without 
purpose,  if  we  are  to  take  this  view  of  the  passage  in  Scripture 


302  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

pertaining  to  the  fall  of  man,  as  it  is  expounded  by  all  on 
earth  professing  the  Christian  religion.  We  view  this  dif 
ferently  here.  For  we  know  God  makes  no  errors  and  never 
has  He  created  anything  useless. 

When  the  first  man  and  the  first  woman  God  made  were 
driven  out  of  Eden  because  of  their  sin,  it  was  not  the  sin 
of  cohabitating  with  one  another,  for  God  made  the  female  for 
the  male.  The  sins  of  this  pair  were  the  sins  of  mortals  today : 
forgetting  their  Maker,  and  believing  themselves  gods  unto 
themselves,  fitted  and  able  to  solve,  with  their  inheritance,  all 
problems  of  earthlife  whatsoever.  Self-sufficiency  was  their 
sin:  self-reliance:  selfishness.  And  it  is  the  greatest  sin  of 
commission  or  omission  today  on  the  earth. 

With  the  joys  of  the  senses,  and  the  lusciousness  of  the 
fruits  of  the  earth,  and  its  abounding  supply,  they  became  as 
the  kings  of  the  world  who  have  caused  all  the  bloodshed  of 
wars,  entirely  -and  absolutely  self-satisfied,  usurping  the 
powers  of  the  Almighty  God!  And  that  which  He  gave  to 
bless  His  children  became  a  curse. 

It  is  much  the  same  today  everywhere  on  the  face  of  the 
earth.  God's  inventions  and  blessings  are  not  good  enough 
for  the  children  of  men ;  but  they  take  it  upon  themselves  to 
improve  upon  these.  The  Creator  who  made  the  Universe  and 
keeps  it  aswing  and  attune,  is  not  wise  enough  to  make  perfect 
the  relationship  behind  which  is  the  divine  spark  of  Him.  So 
these  pervert  nature;  selling  their  birthright  to  the  Kingdom 
of  Heaven,  for  less  than  "a  mess  of  pottage." 

Along  the  way  to  Paradise  there  is  no  sadder  sight  than 
these  who  were  not  satisfied  with  Paradise,  but  thought  them 
selves  able  to  improve  God's  invention,  and  the  wisdom  of  His 
plan. 

Today  the  earth  is  ruinous  with  the  unwisdom  of  men:  the 
perverted  children  of  God,  who  in  His  mercy  and  love  permits 
them  to  begin  over  after  a  time  (oh,  what  a  time!)  of  agoniz- 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  303 

ing  remorse  words  could  not  convey  to  a  mortal's  mind. 

When  a  spirit  sees  his  misshapened  form  which,  in  its  twisted 
shape  tells  the  story  of  his  past  life  of  vice,  and  which  he  must 
bear  on  until  he  rids  it  of  every  deformity  by  serving  the  very 
creatures  he  helped  to  pervert,  there  is  no  suffering  of  earth- 
mortals  to  which  this  can  be  compared.  He  is  known  of  all 
to  be  what  he  is,  in  the  full  light  of  day,  where  nothing  is 
hidden,  and  all  have  to  pay! 

This  however  is  not  the  only  sex-perversion.  The  pleasures 
sought  through  the  relation  with  no  thought  of  the  purpose 
of  God  behind  this  act,  and  the  taking  of  life  to  be  rid  of  re 
sponsibility  and  care  of  bearing  and  rearing  offspring,  to  say 
naught  of  escaping  the  physical  pain  of  childbearing  and  birth, 
this  brand  burns  the  spirit  future  of  many  otherwise  nearly 
perfect  beings.  For  this  all  must  answer  also !  When  these 
rebellious  mothers  find  awaiting  them  in  the  spiritworld  every 
child  they  refused  to  give  birth,  robbing  it  of  its  right  to  be 
born  by  a  murderer's  hand,— when  they  find  in  these,  their 
own  offspring,  no  love,  but  contempt  for  the  thrust  which 
sent  them  hence,  orphaned  (except  for  the  loving  Father  who 
takes  them  back  to  His  breast),— when  they  find  their  duties, 
appalling  in  mass,  which  they  shunned  on  the  earthplane 
awaiting  them  in  the  spirit  world,— can  you  picture  a  revela 
tion  of  agony  greater  than  those  attending  the  physical  birth 
of  mortal-bodies? 

You  ask,  "Why  has  this  not  been  told  the  world  before, 
when  spirit  communication  has  long  been  an  established 
truth?"  Because  the  instruments  are  lacking  through  which 
spirits  can  or  are  willing  to  accept  this  work  with  its  insur 
mountable  difficulties,  even  for  their  God.  Then  you  must 
know  something  of  the  conditions  which  surround  us,  as  we 
work  out  these  difficult  problems.  I  will  do  my  best  to  ex 
plain  with  earth  symbols  something  of  these  conditions,  but 
must  tell  you  that  mortals  cannot  "bear  now,"  as  Jesus  said 


304  SHAKESPEARE'S  RETELATIONS 

then,  in  their  earthbound  states  or  conditions,  and  I  may  be 
unable  to  clear  this  as  I  would. 

I  said  we  were  lacking  the  instruments  through  which  we, 
as  spirits,  are  willing  to  accept  this  service  for  humanity. 
Now  let  us  stick  to  the  instrument  symbol.  Suppose  you  as 
a  mortal  desire  to  play  a  flute.  Yon  look  up  a  shop  or  factory 
(if  you  are  able  to  choose  the  best;  and  we  are  only  flutists 
here  by  our  own  volition),  and  having  the  price  which  can 
secure  one  of  these,  and  make  it  your  property  for  all  time, 
you  look  over  many  hundreds,  perhaps  having  experts  to  try 
them  also  and  pass  on  their  merits  for  you,  not  willing  to  trust 
the  matter  to  your  own  judgment  entirely.  Well,  the  instru 
ment  is  chosen  out,  the  price  paid  (Oh,  the  price!)  and  the 
faultless,  flawless,  beautiful  flute  becomes  your  property. 

But  you  know  nothing  of  music-making,  as  yet ;  and  you  look 
up  a  master  to  teach  you,  guarding  the  instrument,  adoring 
all  its  perfections  and  melodies  which  are  yet  silent,  know 
ing  within  its  frail  stem  the  harmonies  await  only  the  per 
fection  of  your  own  knowledge  of  music,  and  your  own  per 
severance.  How  must  you  begin  and  study,  and  train  both 
brain  and  ear,  nimble  the  fingers,  increase  the  breathing  dome, 
— and  all  before  you  can  bring  forth  one  simple  melody  any  one 
would  care  to  hear! 

This  is  a  crude  illustration,  for  I  have  made  your  ability 
to  make  music  on  the  instrument  you  have  bought  with  a 
price  dependent  only  upon  you, — while  in  the  world  of  spirit, 
attune  with  a  spirit  still  in  a  mortal  body,  that  body  does 
not  remain  as  the  flute  you  have  bought !  Ah,  no.  Its  frailty, 
or  usefulness,  fluctuates  with  every  wave  of  ether, — every  an 
guish,  worry,  pain, — and  the  spirit  possessing  it  must  wait 
and  wait,  help  it  to  overcome  difficulties,  adjust  its  harmony, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  ,°>0."> 

and  then  instruct  it  for  spirit  use!    While  the  flute  is  always 
ready  to  handle,  the  spirit-instrument  is  not. 

On  the  earth  plane  among  its  million  of  flutes  (here  I  use 
"flutes"  as  meaning  mediums  through  which  spirits  can  speak, 
write,  or  work,  for  the  good  of  the  human  race, — and  I  do 
not  include  charlatans  who  impose  upon  its  credulity)  thero 
are  few  so  adjusted  as  to  be  continuously  useful  to  the  spirit- 
world,  for  the  reasons  I  have  stated,  as  vrell  as  others  which 
you,  as  mortal  beings,  could  not  comprehend. 

There  have  been  few  perfectly  adjusted  instruments  since 
the  days  of  old,  when  during  the  religious  era  of  Jesus  of 
Nazareth,  and  directly  following  His  crucifixion  and  ascension, 
the  two  worlds  were  in  closer  communion  than  they  have  since 
been.  But  the  close  of  the  present  war,  and  the  settlement 
of  peace  for  all  time,  begins  a  new  spiritual  awakening  and  in 
tercommunion,  more  marvelous  than  in  the  days  of  old. 

I  would  I  were  worthy  to  write  a  treatise  on  The  Patience 
of  God.  Since  mortals  believe  all  things  are  possible  to  Him 
(and  they  are,  but  in  His  own  good  time),  it  would  reveal  to 
mankind  that  there  is  a  time  for  all  things,  and  that  even  God 
Himself  must  abide  that  time.  His  Infinite  love  is  often  re 
lated, — but  has  anyone  ever  yet  thought  of  God's  Infinite  pa 
tience?  His  skill  and  artistry  are  often  extolled, — but  has 
anyone  calling  himself  Christian  in  the  world  of  men  to-day 
over  thought  of  the  Infinite  patience  of  the  Creator  as  He 
waits  for  the  help  of  His  children  to  make  perfect  His  plans? 

You  say,  "Surely  the  God  who  swings  and  balances  the 
universe  can  do  all  things  in  His  own  time  as  He  wills !"  Well, 
I  tell  you,  as  a  spirit  speaking  through  a  mortal,  there  are  God 
made  laws  which  even  the  Creator  does  not  alter,  and  one  of 
these  is  the  recognition  of  Spirit  by  mortals  for  whom  He 
made  and  gave  His  only  Son  to  prove  the  divine  relationship 


306  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

of  all  earth's  children  to  them.  And  men  will  suffer,  must 
suffer,  until  they  acknowledge  and  worship  One  king,  when  the 
kingdom  of  heaven  shall  indeed  come  to  the  earth,  and  His  will 
bo  done. 

WILLIAM  SHAKESPEARE  (In  spirit) 
Through  his  medium,  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford. 
Jan.,  1917,  New  York  Oily. 

INTELLECT  AND  SPIRIT 

When  we  come  here  we  see  the  spirit's  side  of  all  questions 
or  acts  affecting  man's  soul,  and  would  help  him  in  his  earth 
life  and  before  he  must  pay  with  his  eternal  years  for  his  mis 
deeds. 

We,  as  men,  are  intellectual.  But  as  spirits,  we  are  spiritu 
alized.  I  fear  this  could  not  be  comprehended  by  earth's  mor 
tals.  Should  I  be  able  to  explain  further  what  it  means  to 
"die,"  I  would  say: 

Every  act  of  life  is  valued,  or  valuable  only  as  it  affects  the 
soul's  growth,  or  retrogression.  (Afterwards  changed  by  W. 
S.  to  read  "retrogression";  first  written  by  him  "retardment.") 
A  man  may  be  ever  so  good  in  his  own  eyes  (mind)  on  the 
earth :  but  no  spirit  ever  plumed  itself  in  the  immortal  land. 

We  see,  then,  as  different  beings  while  being  the  same  as  we 
were.  No  act  attaches  any  value  unless  that  act  is  Godly,  just, 
righteous.  The  poor  more  often  than  the  rich  are  acceptable 
to  God. 

For  being  poor  they  not  only  are  not  diverted  from  worship 
ping  Him  as  the  Master  taught,  but  being  oppressed  they  are 
under  this  same  Master's  care. 

The  question  often  arises  in  earth-men's  minds,  "Why  ARE 
the  poor  so  oppressed?"  It  is  not  clear.  There  should  be  no 
poor,  in  the  poverty  sense  I  mean;  for  God's  riches  are  abun 
dant  enough  for  all  His  children.  But  humility,  and  gentle- 


BY  SIIAKJM-;;AKJ:'S   SPIRIT  307 

ness,  selflessness,  honor,  true  followers  of  Christ,  these  are 
found  only  with  the  earth's  impoverished  RICH.  Ay,  rich, 
beyond  computation. 

Why  Jesus  loved  these  and  walked  among  them  God  knows. 
Why  He  chose  them  as  His  friends,  and  councellors,  desciples, 
He  knew  well.  Then  where  Jesus  walked  and  sat,  and  loved 
to  sup,  He  still  walks  and  sits  and  sups.  For  He  is  still 
"about  His  Father's  business,"  truly.  The  eyes  of  the  right 
eous  "shall  behold  him"  in  days  to  come  soon, — and  blessed 
are  the  eyes  then,  of  the  so-called  "poor." 

When  spirits  suffer  and  pay  in  the  spirit,  after  the  change, 
they  are  only  then  fit  to  share  His  kingdom.  For  the  past  of 
every  creature  unrolls  as  a  banner  before  him  after  "death," 
and  the  willing  spirit  reads  his  title  clear,  or  blurred,  as  his 
life  has  written  it, — and  with  time  of  God  before  him  begins  to 
undo  his  creature-past,  instructed  by  the  God  which  was  with 
in  him  and  the  God  without  him,  paying,  in  truth,  the  tithe. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Sept.  22nd,  >17. 

Question :  By  S.  S. 

Answered:   "The   spirit  does  not  suffer  though  the  flesh  is 
crucified.    It  is  only  the  MENTALITY  which  suffers. 

Question:  "Isn't  mentality  spirit?  (S.  S.) 

Answer:  "No,  it  is  mortal.  Spirit  is  soul.  Intelligence  is 
crude  in  comparison  with  spirit.  A  frame  on  which  the 
strings  are  strung."  "You  will  suffer,  you  will  "die" 
(No — no,  pass)  but  your  spirit  profited  (or  not)  by  these 
experiences  will  be  refined  by  the  consciousness  of  what  it 
has  passed  through  retaining  nothing  of  its  mark  beyond 
rarified  elements.  This  is  too  deep  for  mortals.  Spirits 
only  know  it  truth,  nor  why. 
May  2nd,  '17.  W.  S.  In  spirit  to  S.  8. 


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A  SPIRIT'S  "FEELINGS" 

When  a  spirit  realizes  they  have  all  the  feelings  of  the  flesh, 
and  have  no  flesh  (or  body,  of  course,  I  mean)  it. is  a  curious, 
neverending  enigma. 

You  ask,  "Do  they  long  for  occupation?"  Indeed,  they  do; 
occupation  with  a  purpose  only.  For  you  must  understand 
that  a  spirit  sees  the  futility  of  idle  ambitions  which  create  no 
treasures  where  "moth  or  rust  do  not  corrupt."  For  in 
stance,  when  I  came  here  I  longed  to  follow  my  old  bent,  to 
plot  and  devise  and  scheme  for  producing  that  which  would 
play  upon  the  fancy,  or  pall  upon  the  emotions,  as  the  case 
might  be.  I  mean  that  I  desired  to  do  the  things  I  HAD  been 
doing  and  COULD  do,  either  for  gain,  or  renown.  For,  after 
all,  it  is  one  of  the  two,  if  not  both,  which  incites  men  to  labor, 
no  matter  what  their  craft  may  be. 

It  was  some  time  (I  cannot  say  as  a  spirit  what  time;  for 
we  do  not  know  time  except  through  communication  as  this, 
having  been  informed  I  have  celebrated  my  tercentenary,  and 
witnessed  the  celebration  in  niy  honor)  before  I  could  adjust 
my  own  mentality  after  arriving  in  the  spirit,  having  rebelled 
at  the  place  I  found  assigned,  and  taken  no  interest  in  what 
I  found  I  could  have,  or  do,  until  long,  long  after,  I  cannot 
say  how  immeasurably  long,  I  learned  to  calm  my  being 
through  acts  of  contrition,  and  humble  service  to  newly  ar 
rived  spirits,  whose  same  sufferings  I  had  borne,  and  over 
come  to  a  degree.  These  are  grateful  indeed  for  aid.  Some 
rest  in  a  dormant  state  through  periods  of  time  for  lack  of 
the  proper  help  which  awakens  them,  teaches  them,  soothes 
them,  when  they  are  re-born,  as  it  were. 

When  I  found  the  longing  for  food,  and  creature  comforts 
still  oppressed  me, — as  all  other  feelings  we  take  with  us  cling 
to  us  in  spirit  until  we  banish  them, — I  was  appalled.  To  have 
no  organism  through  which  food  could  pass,  and  nothing  it 


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could  possibly  benefit  or  sustain,  why  should  I  hunger  for 
boar's  head,  and  roast-venison, — dishes  especially  truculent  to 
my  mortal  palate.  This  is  merely  to  foster  in  you  cravings 
for  higher  things.  While  you  cannot  be  spirit  and  mortal  at 
the.  same  time,  the  fact  remains  that  all  cravings  of  the  flesh 
are  taken  along  to  the  spirit-world.  Amorous  desires  over 
come  some, — strong  drink,  others, — gluttony,  fastidious  nicety, 
even,  is  a  part  of  one  in  spirit  if  it  has  been  of  them  on  the 
earth  plane.  Nothing  to  groom,  and  yet  the  longing  for  habili 
ments. 

How  little  we  take  which  can  benefit  us !  How  ashamed  we 
feel.  How  racked  with  remorse  at  our  ruin.  It  is  inexpress 
ible,  such  woe.  Truly,  there  are  many  things  "you  cannot  bear 
now,"  and  some  unbearable  through  time.  Make  an  attempt 
to  cherish  worthy  ambitions  and  glorious  ideals.  Work  for 
an  enduring  birthright.  A  fellowship  with  God.  When  you 
behold  what  you  have  been,  and  what  you  are,  it  will  give  you 
no  joy,  are  you  bound  by  fetters  forged  by  yourself,  your  aims, 
desires,  evil-thoughts,  all  form  this  binding  chain. 

Be  of  good  courage,  for  all  must  be  well  when  one  is  keenly 
alive  to  his  past,  and  its  blunders, — for  there  shall  be  some  way 
to  fulfill  God's  promise  of  mercy  to  His  children  repentant. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


IS  A  SOUL  CONSCIOUS  OF  THE  CHANGE  CALLED 

"DEATH" 

It  is  of  great  interest  to  me  at  the  present  time  to  hear 
the  possibility  of  survival  after  "death"  discussed  by  the  in 
telligent  and  plausably  admitted  as  a  fact  acknowledged  by 
scientific  investigators. 

I  will  endeavor  to  help  through  this  medium  by  explaining 
my  own  passing  to  the  great  beyond,  as  I  can  now  recall  it  as 


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though  it  were  just  over,  and  it  is  well  known  by  all  to  have 
been  three  centuries  ago. 

When  a  soul  emits  from  its  house  of  clay,  or  temple,  as  you 
think  of  it,  it  faces  its  face  horizontally,  beholds  its  flesh  past 
the  throes  of  painful  separation,  although  it  is  calm  and  un 
derstands  what  has  taken  place  by  instinct  as  nearly  as  I  can 
explain  it. 

The  soul  is  lifted,  or  lifts  itself  into  a  standing  attitude, 
beholds  the  house  it  has  left,  the  bereaved  ones,  hears,  sees 
them  as  the  unseen  who  have  helped  to  take  him,  two  in  my  own 
transition,  and  the  incomprehensible  has  only  begun:  he  has 
"died,"  and  is  alive;  they  mourn  for  him  who  is  as  usual,  ex 
cept  for  pain  or  discomfiture  (for  there  is  none  after  the 
physical  change,  of  course)  and  he  wonders  why  he  cannot 
make  them  hear  him  as  he  hears,  or  see  him  as  he  still  sees 
them.  No  amount  of  questioning  brings  the  answer.  The 
spirits  who  suround  him  plead  with  him  to  depart  with  them, 
which  he  strives  to  accomplish  but  cannot.  What  shall  they 
do  with  it  which  was  he  which  is  not  he. 

In  my  own  case  the  body  was  dear  to  me,  I  loved  its  in 
timacy,  and  wonders.  Then  I  longed  to  aid  my  family  in 
settling  their  difficult  problems  which  arose  suddenly  and 
overwhelmed  them  for  a  time.  But  my  spirit  friends 
assured  me  they  would  aid  my  family  and  I  would  better 
travel  on  with  the  one  who  should  take  me. 

There  is  no  change  in  the  change  so  great,  except  the  soul 
becomes  detached,  free,  yet  not  free,  longing,  understanding, 
overcome  with  its  mistakes  and  failures,  misshapen  if  its  life 
has  been  such  as  to  cause  it  thus  to  be,  and  in  my  own  case 
to  be  banished  from  my  own  and  dearest  because  of  the  debt  I 
had  to  pay. 

There  is  no  change  to  the  spirit  just  passed  out,  and  there  is 
no  change  in  the  functioning  of  reason,  intelligence,  powers  of 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  311 

enjoyment,  interest  in  thought  forms ;  trifling  experiences  and 
humorous  jokes  having  their  own  good  place  as  in  the  body; 
and  but  one  thing  more  I  will  tell  in  this  paper,  our  dearest 
wish  is  to  remain  in  touch  with  another  body  which  we  rule, 
work  through  as  in  life,  speak  through  if  we  can,  to  us  who 
are  punished,  to  further  the  salvation  of  our  own  soul,  and 
lead  another  on  to  speak,  to  warn,  assure  the  earth  plane, 
"There  is  no  dying  in  the  change  called  'death.' " 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHY  SO  FEW  MORTALS  ARE  ADEQUATE  FOR  SPIRIT 

USE 

When  spirits  need,  and  seek  for,  an  instrument,  or  a  me 
dium,  as  you  choose  to  call  a  mortal  having  spiritual  quali 
fications  necessary  to  serve  the  spirit  world,  coupled  with  a 
willingness  on  their  part  to  serve  in  this  way,  they  take  the 
greatest  care  to  learn  of  the  most  perfectly  adjusted  ones, 
their  different  qualifications,  and  all  the  mortal  idiosyncrasies 
which  prove  some  otherwise  fine  mediums  impossibilities  for 
concentrated  OF  laborious  effort  of  any  sort. 

The  first  thing  desired  by  the  spirit  world,  then,  is  not  only 
a  capable  sensitive  of  spiritual  order  possessing  attributes  of 
mind  and  understanding,  but  also  amenable  to  correction,  and 
the  instruction  of  their  users  who  have  preceded  them  to  the 
world  of  spirit,  and  see  with  the  veil  lifted  what  they  cannot 
see,  thus  knowing  what  they  cannot  know.  I  wish  to  impress 
this  upon  mortals,  because  there  are  many  desirous  of  becom 
ing  instruments  for  spirit  use  who  cannot  understand  why 
they  are  not  acceptable. 

When  a  mortal  knows  beyond  doubt  that  they  are  in  touch 
with  the  spirit- world,  have  heard  or  seen  that  which  could  not 
be  anything  else,  no  powers  brought  to  bear  in  the  world  could 
cause  these  to  waver  in  their  conviction  that  "death/'  so-called, 


312  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

does  not  end  all.  Rational  beings  are  shown  spiritual  visions, 
or  symbols,  or  they  are  permitted  to  view  for  a  brief  second 
or  moment  of  time  one  of  their  own  who  has  passed  over  the 
borderland.  Could  anyone  convince  these  they  had  not  seen 
what  they  saw  with  their  own  naked  eyes,  or  tell  them  seri 
ously  they  were  "dreaming?"  No  one  has  ever  been  able  to 
undo  this  part  of  God's  work.  These  people  arc  natural  me 
diums,  and  did  they  know  how  to  develop  their  powers,  would 
be  the  most  useful  instruments  the  spirit-world  could  desire. 
But  they  fear  to  be  thought  eccentric,  meeting  with  no  sym 
pathy  from  their  own  families;  so  they  go  on  earth's  barren 
way  "pondering  in  their  hearts"  the  marvels  of  physic-sight,  if 
they  name  it  to  themselves  at  all — or  perhaps  they  discuss  it 
with  an  intimate  friend  or  two,  and  it  ends  there.  Should 
these  know  they  are  given  this  gift  by  the  Giver  and  of  all 
rare  and  wonderful  gifts  it  is  His  best  and  greatest,  they 
would  welcome  the  "signs  following"  as  the  Bible  says,  and 
shout  their  good-fortune  from  the  advertising  columns  as  other 
gifted  mortals  do  with  all  propriety. 

And  the  day  will  come,  and  soon,  when  a  recognized  spirit- 
instrument  will  be  given  first  rank  among  God's  gifted,  and 
treated  as  His  own  should  be  treated.  The  sufferings  and  per 
secutions  of  these  since  Jesus'  time  will  some  day  be  recorded 
just  as  Joan  of  Arc's  triumph  and  persecution,  and  now  tri 
umph  again  (for  the  Catholic  Church  has  canonized  and  made 
Joan  of  Arc  a  saint).  As  though  God  had  not  chosen  her  a 
saint  for  the  uses,  if  the  trials,  of  a  saint,  when  the  voices 
awoke  in  Joan's  breast  the  desire  to  follow  where  God's  angels 
led  her. 

Further  difficulties  spirits  encounter  in  using  mortal-instru 
ments  are:  The  distractions  of  earthlife;  the  lack  of  poise, 
time,  equanimity  (for  the  best  instrument  is  mild  and  gentle 
and  amenable) ;  and  the  innumerable  cross-currents  met  with 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  313 

in  the  spirit  world,  as  well  as  their  own  world,  which  prove 
hindrances  either  to  spirit  or  mortal,  which  to  overcome 
often  takes  long  terms  of  diligent  spirit  service. 

Therefore,  before  the  one  selected  is  able  to  serve  profitably 
any  spirit  of  intelligence  they  must  go  through  a  preparatory 
school,  graduate,  and  then  be  re-examined  and  if  necessary 
sent  back  to  school  again,  before  given  their  diploma  by  the 
spirits  of  the  higher  powers  expounding,  teaching,  leading, 
writing,  addressing,  lifting  mortals,  or  helping  them  into  the 
way  where  still  as  mortals  they  can  lift  themselves. 

4 'Then,"  you  ask,  "is  this  the  reason  there  are  comparatively 
so  few  on  the  earth  who  believe  in  spirit  return,  because  it 
has  not  been  explained  intelligently?'7  I  answer,  "Yes,"  and 
"No,"  to  this  question.  There  have  been  great,  perfect  me 
diums  used  by  the  greatest  powers  on  this  side  of  life,  world 
renowned  for  their  eloquence  and  oratory,  hearing  every  word 
of  their  discourses,  lectures,  sermons,  as  this  instrument  hears 
these  words  I  am  speaking,  knowing,  as  she  knows,  they  are 
neither  hers  nor  of  her,  but, — these  great  level  minds 
were  too  small  to  acknowledge  the  truth  to  the  world,  and 
lived  and  "died"  benefitted  by  the  God-given  gifts  through  the 
spirit, — fearing  the  censure  of  the  world,  whose  plaudits  they 
loved,— and  whose  selfishness  they  shared  and  were  too  small 
to  abhor,  wishing  their  own  earthly  attainments  undisparaged. 

Some  day  I  would  like  to  call  their  names  to  an  astounded 
world.  But  not  yet:  for  the  time  is  not  yet  come  when  the 
world  will  believe  me.  But  it  will. 

W.  S.  Tn  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  GLORY  OF  SPIRIT 

To  speak  of  angels  while  we  are  on  the  earth  plane  is  to 
announce  our  highest  conception  of  heavenly  beings,  who  have, 
or  have  not  lived  on  earth,  who  occupy  God's  realm.  Very  few 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

mortals  realize,  or  try  to  realize,  the  meaning  of  this  term, 
but  it  seems  to  be  the  one  work  expressive  of  something  beyond 
the  sky,  which  they  reverence,  and  typifying  that  which  they 
believe  exists.  But  to  say  that  any  mortal  comprehends,  or 
endeavors  to  understand  the  word  angel,  would  be  to  make 
a  statement  untrue,  for  mortals  do  not  and  cannot  understand 
what  they  have  never  seen  or  heard,  no  matter  how  devoutly 
they  believe  the  Bible,  angels  at  best  are  of  the  attributes  of 
their  faith. 

When  one  in  the  mortal  body  hears  a  spirit  voice,  or  sees  a 
spirit  form  wrhich  had  not  feathered  wings,  they  begin  to  be 
lieve  there  may  be  something  true  in  the  Bible  after  all,  for 
any  mortal  who  has  seen  or  heard  a  spirit  knows  they  are  only 
seeing  and  hearing  as  Jesus  of  Nazareth  saw  and  heard,  and 
like  Him  they  are  blest  by  the  Father.  The  hallucinations  of 
mortals  would  fill  libraries  were  they  cited.  Eeligious  devotees 
who  carry  their  own  spirits  to  ecstatic  heights  and  unfold 
some  religious  picture  stamped  upon  the  retina  of  the  eye — 
perhaps  as  far  back  as  infancy,  these  are  not  visions  of  spirits 
but  spiritual  visions  as  it  were,  which  while  they  are  very 
beautiful  and  real  to  those  experiencing  them,  are  mortal, 
nevertheless.  Then  we  are  not  dealing  with  these  through  this 
instrument,  but  with  mortal's  spirits  which  have  passed  when 
called  by  the  change  known  as  "death,"  which  is  truly  "life" 
instead. 

To  find  oneself  a  partaker  of  God's  glory,  a  sharer  in  His 
Kingdom  is  the  first  glorification  of  the  spirit  newly  arrived. 

To  see  his  body  being  laid  away,  covered  over  with  earth, 
and  know  he  is  not  with  it,  is  the  first  shock  of  revelation  a 
spirit  knows.  To  be  led  on,  by  those  who  have  aided  in  his 
release,  to  the  verge  of  the  realm  of  spirit,  where  he  sees  others 
like  himself,  having  no  bodies,  is  the  second  realization  of 
spirit.  His  first  thought  invariably  is  "I  am  dead  and  I  am 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  315 

alive!"  All  spirits  tell  us  this  is  true.  And  their  joy  is  un 
bounded  by  any  words  they  can  utter.  For  it  is  born  in  the 
spirit,  the  hope  of  everlasting  life.  But  when  they  learn  they 
must  adjust  themselves  and  be  adjusted,  before  they  can  know 
or  see  more,  then  they  know  the  first  grief  of  the  spirit-world. 
For  every  mortal  is  weighed.  Every  mortal  reviews  his  past 
life,  and  suffers  to  recompense  for  its  shortcoming.  And  all 
have  fallen  short  in  the  measuring,  and  been  found  wanting, 
except  One.  And  through  His  everlasting  atonement  are  we 
all  given  an  opportunity  to  share  in  His  glory!  Praise  God 
for  His  sacrifice! 

When  spirits  lift  up  their  faces  for  the  first  time  and  be 
hold  the  divine  forgiveness  of  Christ's  benign  countenancs 
shining  upon  them,  they  are  made  instantly  whole  with  no 
desire  except  to  serve  and  obey,  to  partake  with  Him  eternally, 
even  the  smallest  crumb  of  divinity,  just  so  long  as  it  obtains 
for  them  the  promise  of  greater  blessings,  once  they  be  earned ! 
To  share  the  glory  of  God,  to  be  an  immortal  spirit  in  His 
eternity,  for  this,  Jesus  drank  the  cup  of  earth's  sorrows  to 
the  dregs.  For  He  realized  what  it  meant  to  be  One  with 
His  Father  who  had  opened  His  eyes  and  ears  to  the  glories 
of  spirit.  How  sordid  all  the  earth  must  have  seemed  to  those 
eyes ;  how  discordant  earth's  melodies !  For  Jesus  KNEW. 

Yes,  HE  knew  ALL  things!  The  greatest  medium  the  world 
ever  can  know  was  the  poet  of  Bethlehem.  Do  you  suppose 
when  Jesus  of  Nazareth  was  in  the  wilderness  those  forty  days 
and  nights  He  was  not  more  truly  with  His  own  elements,  the 
angels,  than  when  He  walked  even  with  His  apostles  by  the 
sea?  When  He  left  the  two  who  accompanied  Him  to  the 
mount,  and  went  alone  to  speak  to  His  father  and  Elias  and 
Moses,  do  you  think  these  two  apostles  understood  Him,  or 
knew  why  he  left  them  behind? 

Could  any  powers  or  friendships  of  earth  have  sustained 


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Jesus  in  that  trial  and  agony?  Have  you  ever  thought  on 
these  things.  If  you  have,  are  you  not  willing  to  admit  that 
Jesus  must  have  been  very  lonely  except  for  His  heavenly 
Father  and  His  glorified  angels? 

Jesus'  every  agony  was  suffered  alone.  His  closest  advisors 
and  followers  could  not  comprehend  Him.  But  God  never 
leaves  His  own  alone.  Who  shall  know  the  soul-refreshing 
communion  of  Jesus  and  the  angels!  This  has  never  been 
written  except  on  the  tablet  of  the  heart-of-God.  But  we  of 
the  spirit  realize  something  of  the  loneliness  of  the  Man  of 
Sorrows. 

The  Glory  of  the  Spirit  as  it  rises  above  the  shackles  which 
held  it  to  the  earthplane,  is  not  to  be  counted  out  in  words. 
For  joys  of  the  spirit  there  are  no  earth  equalities  with  which 
to  liken  them. 

You  ask,  "Is  a  spirit  so  content,  he  does  not  long  to  return 
to  his  own  on  the  earth  plane,  to  help  them,  to  save  them 
from  his  own  experiences,  to  aid  them,  to  urge  them  on?'7 
Yes,  indeed,  he  longs,  and  longs  in  vain  for  the  most  part.  And 
some  do  not  care  to  press  on,  or  take  advantage  of  the  new- 
birth,  until  the  loved  ones  reach  the  new  shore,  and  can  have 
equal  chance  with  them.  And  this  is  commended,  and  they 
are  permitted  to  do  exactly  as  they  choose,  too.  But  while 
they  are  waiting  for  the  earth-mortals  to  come  to  the  spirit 
realms,  they  must  serve  these,  coming  back  to  the  earth  where 
they  work  harder  and  longer  than  ever  they  have  worked 
while  in  the  body. 

You  ask  "Then  is  there  no  rest  in  heaven,  after  all?"  Oh, 
yes.  Heaven  is  a  place  of  service  and  progression,  of  labor  and 
blessings :  heaven  is  a  place  where*  all  spiritual  advancement 
must  be  earned,  and  there  is  no  favour,  or  favorites  in  the 
sight  of  God. 

This  ought  to  please  your  Socialists  of  earth:  for  their  ideas 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  317 

would  bring  the  kingdom  of  heaven  nearer  the  earth  than  any 
others  promulgated  there.  But  their  Eutopia  will  never  be 
realized  on  the  earth  because  there  is  brotherlove  at  its  founda 
tion  ;  and  mankind  cannot  be  selfish  and  loving  at  the  same 
time. 

Spirit  has  many  joys  unknown  of  mortals.  Absolute  free 
dom  is  perhaps  the  greatest  of  these.  The  phrase  in  itself  can 
not  be  realized  by  mortals  so  interdependent  are  they.  To 
know  no  need,  no  desire,  which  it  cannot  be  supplied  through 
a  prayer;  to  know  no  affliction  it  cannot  lay  down,  if  it  will; 
to  owe  nothing,  to  have  to  pay  nothing  more,  except  to  its 
Maker — these  are  some  of  the  minor  glories  of  a  spirit  in  the 
realm  of  spirit. 

WILLIAM  SHAKESPEARE  In  spirit, 
(Through  Sarah  Shatford) 

(Please  sign  my  full  name.    W.  S.) 

THE  WAR  AS  SEEN  FROM  THE  WORLD  OF  SPIRIT 

(By  Wm.    Shakespeare  in   the   Spirit,   through   his  medium, 
Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 

As  a  spirit  I  speak  to  the  mortal  world  at  war, — not  as  a 
nonentity  by  any  means,  but  a  sympathizing,  whole-hearted 
fellow  of  mind,  who  knows  all  that  he  once  knew,  and  more 
that  you  shall  know  in  time. 

You  are  not  to  suppose  that  I  am  still  a  being  of  no  power 
of  intelligence  as  when  on  the  earth  in  the  material  form,  I 
wrote  those  worldy  sonnets  and  the  more  worthy  dramas  which 
the  world  has  seen  fit  to  applaud  and  treasure,  for  I  admit 
I  was  a  fool  of  the  worst  type,  and  worse  I  was  than  I  knew 
then,  but  know  now  and  shall  always  remember,  having  no 
other  alternative.  But  this  is  beyond  mortals  to  comprehend 
at  the  present  time,  as  no  spirit  has  been  able,  I  am  told  by 


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the  oldest  in  the  place  I  occupy,  to  make  connections  so  com 
plete,  so  perfect,  between  the  two  worlds  that  discussions  of 
these  subjects  could  be  held  for  the  benefit  of  mankind,  both 
while  he  is  here  on  earth,  and  after  he  leaves  here  for  "there." 
In  the  old  days  we  spoke  of  it,  nay  thought  of  it,  as  heaven  or 
paradise,  but  few  I  have  met  with  up  here  ever  call  the  spirit 
world  by  these  appellations. 

We  occupy  the  place  nearest  the  earth,  we,  who  go  out  in 
all  our  sins,  unrepentant  and  unconfessed,  and  it  is  so  near 
your  world  at  war  that  we  see  all  the  misery  and  foul  crimes 
caused  by  it,  even  sharing  it  with  you  truly,  so  I  can  speak 
with  authority  as  well  as  pity,  with  knowledge  of  both  spirit 
and  mortal,  which  being  a  spirit  means,  for  we  never  forget 
any  of  earth's  teachings  or  experiences  or  errors,  nor  any  of 
its  joys  in  the  spirit- world,  carrying  forever  the  blemishes  and 
treasuring  the  rememberances  of  earth's  happiness  which  made 
us  what  we  found  ourselves  upon  arrival  here. 

To  go  into  the  subject  further  would  take  us  away  from  the 
one  we  chose  for  this  paper,  but  if  time  permits,  we  will  say 
more  on  this  topic  in  another  writing.  So  fragile  is  the  con 
nection  between  spirit  and  mortal  that  a  spirit  may  be  thrown 
out  of  all  communication  with  his  instrument  without  warn 
ing  of  any  kind,  and  perhaps  without  being  able  to  under 
stand  the  reason,  as  has  often  happened,  I  am  told  by  others 
who  have  written  through  highly  developed  mediums,  who 
understood  what  they  were  doing  in  so  far  as  that  they  were 
not  thinking  and  could  not  think  on  the  subjects  on  which 
they  were  writing.  All  in  the  spirit  know  of  these  untrust 
worthy  conditions,  but  none  as  yet  can  keep  a  mortal  sub 
servient  for  this  purpose  against  their  will  or  wish,  although 
they  can  persevere  and  keep  in  touch  so  far  as  signs  may  go, 
a  shiver,  a  touch,  a  twinge,  or  perhaps  a  light  if  their  vision  is 
clear  enough  to  behold  this,  but  as  I  say,  a  spirit  can  nevef 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  319 

prophecy  for  himself  a  lasting  intercommunion  with  a  mortal 
consciousness  so  attuned  as  to  be  able  to  hear  these  words 
which  she  writes,  a  few  at  a  time,  pauses  to  listen,  and  con 
tinues  as  before. 

The  World  at  War— from  the  World  of  Spirit— this  is  the 
subject  I  desired  to  speak  of  tonight.  Your  world  and  our 
world,  as  it  were,  in  conjunction  verily,  though  not  seemingly 
to  you. 

When  a  spirit  must  occupy  forever  no  given  place  (though 
he  may  linger  near  his  old  home,  are  the  memories  not  too 
painful  there)  he  sees  the  dear  earth  blest  in  its  thousandfold 
ways,  in  a  different  light,  as  indeed  from  a  different  point 
of  view,  for  the  world  does  not  change  to  a  spirit,  no  more 
than  he  changes  himself— they  are  and  remain  the  same, 
alas!  Oh,  alas!  If  mortals  could  realize  that  I  am  a  spirit 
trying  to  help  them  from  the  side  of  life  I  have  reached,  there 
would  be  some  hope  of  enduring  peace  of  the  nations,  as  well 
as  peace  everlasting  through  God's  eternity.  But  how  can  this 
be  done?  I  ask  the  question.  Who  will  believe  this  one  is 
writing  for  a  spirit,  to  say  nothing  of  my  spirit.  Though  none 
could  accuse  her  of  fraud,  who  shall  take  the  pains  to  test 
or  try  out  the  possibility  of  truth  in  the  question?  The  world 
does  not  care.  While  they  are  sending  out  a  large  number 
hither,  they  do  not  seem  to  think  whither— but  vaguely  hold 
to  some  "heaven"  idea,  the  most  of  humanity  trusting  they 
cannot  return  to  this  "terrible  world"  to  frighten  them,  but 
will  stay  wherever  they  have  gone!  Oh,  pity,  pity,  pity!  It 
must  be  that  the  Creator  reserves  for  Himself  the  privilege 
of  removing  the  veil,  perhaps  He  alone  has  the  power.  The 
efforts  being  made  by  those  recently  dispatched  to  the  Spirit- 
realm  from  the  war-fields,  are  they  unavailing,  will  make 
it  positively  God's  own  right  as  we  see  it  now.  But  we  have 
more  hope  than  ever  before  that  the  intercommunion  of  the 


320  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATION., 

two  worlds  will  be  not  only  possible,   but   the  outstanding 
blessing  of  these  times  of  affliction  and  loss  through  war. 

To  us  who  look  on,  so  near  that  we  smell  the  powder  and 
feel  the  shock  of  shell,  hell  seems  to  have  come  to  the  earth, 
and  if  there  is  any  worse  than  the  battlefields  of  Europe,  I  for 
one  have  not  experienced  it  in  the  spirit  world.  But,  there  are 
many  kinds  of  hell,  brothers  of  earth,  and  the  one  in  which 
a  spirit  finds  no  annihilation  is  one.  Make  up  your  minds  there 
is  no  escape  from  lije,  and  you  will  see  life  through  the  eyes 
of  One  who  died  to  prove  this  verity! 

To  quarrel  over  the  plenteous  earth,  vast  in  its  resources 
enough  for  all,  beauteous  enough  for  Eternal  Paradise, — why 
is  it  not  possible  to  see  the  grandeur  of  life  and  what  is  be 
hind  it  until  we  are  bodiless,  standing  unclothed  in  the  spirit, 
awakened  too  late  to  the  possibilities  and  privileges  of  God's 
blessings,  hampered  by  what  we  were,  chained  by  what  we  can 
not  outlive,  holding  fast  to  hope  when  there  is  no  hope,  all, 
all  too  late? 

This  brings  me  here ;  would  have  brought  me  had  there  been 
no  war,  for  I  had  to  come  back  to  warn  my  fellow-beings,  all 
whom  I  dearly  loved,  to  save  them  from  a  fate  I  would  not 
ask  one  to  share  with  me.  To  the  spirit-world  this  outrageous 
war  is  iniquitous.  No  one  man  could  have  made  or  caused  its 
havoc,  or  been  the  instigator  of  its  cruelty  and  hatred.  What 
is  beneath  each  helmet  and  back  of  each  bayonet  thrust  in  this 
war  but  venom?  Man  riled  to  the  poisonous  state  makes  sav 
ages  and  beasts  of  the  forests  creatures  of  mildness  and  seren 
ity.  And  in  this  state  they  are  fired  into  the  "beyond,"  ar 
riving  here  with  the  same  thoughts  and  bearing,  the  same 
vindictive  animosities  being  minus  a  house  in  which  to  shield 
them.  That  is  all!  I  have  wondered  while  gazing  at  some  of 
them  how  their  own  shall  know  them  if  they  meet.  Distorted 
souls,  sick  souls,  murdered  souls,  maltreated  and  awful  in 
their  hideousity,  yet  God's  Children  come  Home! 


SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  [}2\ 

And  where  is  He,  you  ask.  Ay,  I  also  ask,  for  I  cannot 
answer  this  because  I  am  a  spirit  freed  from  a  mortal  body.  1 
cannot  see  the  purpose  of  this  war,  nor  understand  why  it 
had  to  be,  any  more  than  the  earth's  Christians  can  see.  And 
you  thought  a  spirit  knew  everything,  no  doubt ;  most  folk  do. 
Well,  we  do  not  know,  and  we  wait  to  know  just  as  mortals 
wait  to  see  or  understand  the  mystery  back  of  depopulating  the 
world  by  shattering  its  man-power  and  spilling  men's  gore 
'till  the  earth  is  a.  morgue  or  a  tomb.  Only  this  can  we  see, — 
the  impoverishment  of  souls  coming  hither  with  the  stained 
hands  of  murderers  and  the  sins  of  criminals  overshadowing 
their  eternal  peace  which  they  wake  to  find  illusory  with  all 
else  they  fought  and  bled  to  realize. 

To  know  and  be  unable  to  save  o  theirs — this  of  itself  con 
stitutes  many  hells  in  spirit.  We  who  would  succour  others 
making  headlong  for  our  place,  we  would  hold  up  a  halting 
hand  and  cry,  "Back!  Back!  Keep  sane  and  just!  Stop,  or 
there  will  be  no  end  'till  the  world  lies  pulseless  and  dehuman 
ized  and  the  spirit-land  is  a  vast  army  of  wronged  or  wrongful 
shades  with  no  power  to  save  anyone,  anything,  nor  them 
selves!"  Help,  yes,— but  help  to  save  the  world,  for  the  world 
is  "bleeding  to  death"  verily  and  eternity  may  not  right  scn.e 
wrongs. 

The  one  who  writes  from  the  spirit  hereon  has  found  no  help 
for  his  wrong  through  centuries  of  time,  so  may  it  not  be  pos 
sible  that  this  war  shall  have  no  advocate  at  the  bar  of  Divine 
Justice  when  its  cause  must  be  pled.  We  hear  through  the 
ages  of  immortal  life  on  another  plane  where  there  is  peace 
and  love  ineffable  flowing  from  some  great  heart  which  is  all 
love  and  mercy  and  a  part  of  whose  plan  is  regeneration  and 
salvation.  Then  this  means  to  avail  oneself  of  its  benificence 
while  hampered  by  the  body,  and  overcoming  its  lusts  and 
cravings  while  a  part  of  it,  will  give  you  a  final  reward  which 


322  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

may  include  all  mortal  dreams  of  when  his  poor  wracked 
weary  brain  and  body  would  lay  down  its  burden  and  enter 
the  kingdom. 

I  am  only  a  spirit  of  the  earth-plane  now  and  have  only 
lodged  here  and  seen  my  fellow  spirits  of  the  same  plane,  so 
I  cannot  enlighten  mortals  on  this  interesting  mystery  which 
to  us  is  chimerical,  in  fact,  a  delusion.  We  long  to  know  more 
of  the  other  worlds  which  there  must  be,  that  perfection  may 
be  reached,  and  the  Kingdom  Come  which  is  not  on  the  earth, 
neither  above  the  earth  where  we  occupy  space,  known  to  us 
as  the  sphere  where  mortals  repent  and  desire  to  abolish  the 
memories  of  the  past  which  is  all  they  have  or  can  bring  with 
them.  There  is  no  system  of  herding  our  kind,  and  we  may 
all  roam  at  will,  repentant  or  not,  as  we  feel.  But  there  is 
also  no  blessing  attached  to  this  existence  and  no  spirit  I  have 
addressed,  but  would  be  willing,  nay  more,  to  return  to  the 
flesh-pots,  even  just  as  they  were,  than  suffer  the  exchange 
which  holds  nothing  compared  with  the  privileges  mortals 
enjoy  or  should  enjoy  through  the  life  term. 

When  you  arrive,  may  you  pass  through  our  country,  and 
on  to  the  next,  where  there  may  be  no  sorrows  or  witnessing 
of  sorrows  for  all  I  know.  This  is  I  who  speak  to  help  you 
fellow-beings.  Have  no  fear  that  you  are  imposed  upon  by  the 
one  who  takes  this  message.  We  may  be  able  to  work  better 
things  than  we  have  so  far  if  this  message  or  any  word  of  it 
can  reach  men  hurrying  to  meet  their  God,  and,  careless  of 
their  earth-lives,  trust  to  find  Him  anywhere  they  may  go 
after  dissolution  takes  place.  Then  my  long  trials  with  this 
instrument  (or  medium)  will  not  have  been  in  vain,  can  I  save 
or  help  this  one  to  save  others  from  an  earth-plane  existence 
after  "death,"  so-called. 

Were  .1  permitted  to  tell  of  the  miseries  awaiting  all  such 
here,  it  might  help,  but  laws  govern  these  matters  and  I  have 
already  trespassed  against  these  by  revealing  what  I  have 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  323 

herein  stated.  Be  sure  you  will  recall  these  words  all  who 
hear  them,  or  read  them,  when  you  reach  the  reality  of  which 
they  are  a  mere  suggestion.  Look  to  your  mortal  way.  Solve 
your  problem  by  virtuous  and  just  living,  find  your  God  and 
get  your  passport  in  the  mortal  country,  through  worship  and 
prayer,  and  give  no  quarter  to  lascivious  yearning  of  the  flesh, 
give  every  one  their  due  and  follow  the  Master's  way  though. 
it  lead  by  the  narrow  way,  for  He  died  to  show  you  how  to 
live  that  ye  might  inherit  with  Him  His  Father's  Kingdom. 
Would  that  I  had  followed  Him ! 

My  time  is  up,  and  I  must  go  back  where  I  belong,  to  return 
the  last  tithe,  but  I  shall  have  the  satisfaction  when  there  of 
knowing  I  tried  to  save  others  and  I  hope  this  shall  save  others 
for  Jesus'  sake. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Xew  York,  May  15, 1917. 


EXTRACTS   FROM   "CARE   OF   THE   BODY" 

Mortals  eccentricities  are  often  proclaimed  by  the  fashions 
they  choose,  and  we  judge,  and  misjudge  them,  too,  many 
times,  but  a  spirit's  robe  or  dress  is  the  very  expression  of 
his  or  her  soul,  typifying  its  yearning,  or  burning,  its  godliness 
or  sinfulness, — in  fact,  all  the  attributes  which  have  made  it 
what  it  is. 

Now  we  spirits  do  not  wish  to  impress  you  mortals  with  the 
insignificance  of  spirit-apparel.  On  the  contrary  to  inform 
you  it  is  worth  while  to  stop  here  while  you  can  do  so  and 
refashion  the  mode  which  for  time  must  cling  to  you,  herald 
you,  brand  you(  yes,  indeed!). 

You  will  say  it  is  wierd  and  intangible,  and  turn  away  in 
disgust  from  the  one  who  writes  this,  but  the  time  is  nearing 
when  you  must  soon  arrive,  without  preparation,  perhaps, 


324  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

and  find  no  luggage,  and  no  hotel  or  inn  engaged  in  advance 
for  your  reception.  Being  naked,  what  will  you  do? 

Well,  Shakespeare  arrived  naked  in  the  spirit-world,  nude 
as  the  new-born  of  earth,  and  I  am  he  who  writes  this,  and 
will  tell  you :  First,  you  will  feel  the  same  shame  mortals  feel 
when  their  bodies  are  exposed  naked  to  the  view  of  others, 
especially  strangers.  For  we  carry  here  every  feeling  which 
we  have  known  as  mortals.  If  earth-folk  knew  this  they  would 
have  a  housecleaning  long  before  they  arrived  and  bring  less 
to  weigh  upon  them  and  chain  and  bind  and  shackle  them. 

We  move  by  volition.  Wherever  we  desire  to  go  we  go. 
Nothing  stops  us  until  we  arrive  at  our  destinations,  which  in 
order  to  return  to  the  starting  point  we  have  only  to  reverse 
the  lever,  as  it  were,  and  arrive  there.  We  need  little;  yet 
fortunate  is  he  who  has  even  that  little  he  needs.  For  in  the 
spirit  world  we  are  set  down  heavily  (some  suddenly)  to  face 
the  past  we  have  just  been  permitted  to  end  by  the  One  God 
bestowing  on  us  the  reward  by  mortals  called  "death."  When 
this  change  comes,  so  dreaded  by  many,  longed  for  by  so  few, 
a  spirit  finds  himself  poor  who  has  served  mammon's  god  and 
neglected  the  Giver,  while  hypocrites  are  even  poorer  than 
these,  those  who  pretend  to  be  God  worshippers  and  follow 
some  form  which  satisfies  all  the  conscience  they  possess,  while 
in  secret  they  serve  but  their  own  selfish  selves. 

There  are  tramps  and  beggars  aplenty  in  the  spirit- world 
who  were  financiers  on  the  earth.  There  are  outcasts  and 
moral  lepers  who  wore  the  priest's  robes,  while  there  are 
virgins  here  who  were  betrayed  mothers  there,  as  well  as  many 
a  homeless  wanderer  whos  earthly  body  was  sheltered  in  a 
mansion  of  stone  on  the  earth  which  he  loved. 

The  first  law  of  God  is  justice.  Unvarying  and  absolute  the 
scales  must  balance  which  weigh  by  the  hand  of  the  Almighty 
God. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  325 

The  next  law  of  God  is  love.  All  here  is  under  its  divine 
rule,  which  they  may,  or  need  not,  follow,  as  they  desire  to 
rise  and  progress,  to  serve  and  press  on  to  another  sphere 
above  them,  which  is  God's  reward  to  them  the  same  as  "death" 
on  the  earth  plane,  excepting  they  are  to  carry  this  same 
spirit  on  and  on  forever  through  all  time,  altering  its  aspect 
as  the  purity  and  love  attributes  alter  the  earth-visage,  the 
law  being  as  he  becomes  one  with  God  his  image  (spirit) 
grows  like  unto  His. 

The  Bible  says,  "By  their  fruits  shall  ye  know  them ;  and, 
"They  shall  be  known  by  their  light."  Verily  this  is  true. 

To  those  who  wish  to  remain  as  they  are  when  arriving  from 
the  earth  plane,  God  gives  the  eternal  opportunity.  They  may 
change  their  minds,  when  their  minds  grow  towards  the  Light 
and  they  see  His  plan  beyond  their  selfishness  (which  mortals 
bring  along  with  them  also). 

The  third  law  of  God  is  harmony.  To  be  in  tune  as  this 
instrument  who  writes  for  Shakespeare  these  words,  is  its  first 
demand :  then  the  rhythm  of  souls  and  spheres  swing  with  the 
glorious  strains  so  much  grander  than  expressed  by  the  music- 
of-earth,  there  is  nothing  to  which,  of  the  earth,  I  could  com 
pare  it. 

The  fourth  law  of  God  is  equity.  All  are  partakers  of  His 
glory,  all  sharers  of  His  blessings,  alike.  As  they  serve  they 
grow;  as  they  grow  (in  spirit)  they  progress.  And  this  makes 
the  heaven  created  by  God  the  loving  Father  of  all  (without 
preference)  who  has  prepared  for  every  child  a  place  in  His 
heart  and  His  Kingdom. 

WILLIAM  SHAKESPEARE  In  spirit 
(Through  S.  S.) 


326  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

THE  CRANNIES  OF  THE  MIND 

When  mortals  think,  and  are  in  possession  of  their  normal 
faculties,  and  with  reasoning  powers  alert  are  able  to  judge 
finely  and  truly,  behold!  are  they  not  clever?  They  plume 
themselves  very  like  a  bird  does  its  feathers,  and  are  quite 
satisfied  with  all  things,  including  themselves.  This,  we  now 
think,  is  man's  usual  state-of-mind,  when  as  mortal,  he  feels 
himself,  strokes  his  ego,  charmed  with  every  touch  of  intimacy, 
and  all  sensations  increasing  his  opinion  of  himself,  enlarg 
ing  upon  the  sublimity  of  his  bodily  powers  (as  they  serve 
him,  only),  and  behold!  is  he  not  himself!  and  is  he  not  wise! 
and  is  not  great!  verily,  he  thinks  himself  a  god. 

How  different  this  one  finds  realities  when  he  arrives  in 
the  spirit-world,  and  can  find  in  himself  nothing  worth  while 
to  admire,  but  sees  his  inflated  self  out  of  all  proportion  to 
the  beings  who  surround  him ;  what  an  escape  of  egoism  must 
he  manage,  before  the  angels  can  even  begin  their  ministra 
tions. 

What  a  burden  is  conceit  in  the  spirit  world.  The  one  who 
worshiped  himself,  and  was  sufficient  god  unto  himself,  and 
his  earthly  needs  or  attainments,  how  does  he  try,  and  how 
long  does  he  try,  to  rid  himself  of  the  ballast  he  took  on, 
thinking  it  sails,  before  he  can  throw  overboard  his  self- 
opinionated  self  which  he  so  treasured,  and  admired,  and  with 
which  he  so  gulled  himself  and  his  fellows  on  the  earthplane! 

If  mortals  think  this  overdrawn  for  rhetorical  purpose  only, 
and  is  not  a  fair  summary  of  the  exaggerated  ego  when  it 
arrives  in  the  spirit-world,  these,  will  soon  pass  this  specimen 
on  the  way,  and  recognize  him  from  this  description. 

The  inflated  conceited  spirit  is,  in  this  land  of  spirit,  a 
lonely  one,  to  be  pitied  as  all  the  impoverished  are  pitied  here ; 
but  he  is  also  the  cause  of  much  fun-making  among  us,  who 
comprehend  his  malady,  and  increased  overweight,  carried  so 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  ^-7 

clumsily  in  this  world  where  worship  and  love  of  Another 
pervades  all  that  we  are,  all  that  we  do. 

Were  it  in  my  power  today  to  send  this  message  farther 
than  this  page,  and  it  may  be  given  me  to  do  so,  it  should  first 
wing  to  the  petty  ones  of  earth  who  believe  themselves  gods. 
To  save  them  from  taking  on  that  which  they  cannot  separate 
from  themselves  here  in  the  spirit  world,  nor  throw  overboard 
at  all  except  through  a  complete  change  of  mind  and  heart, 
beginning  as  a  child  begins  to  learn  its  alphabet,  educating 
itself,  as  it  were,  building  a  new  mind  and  heart,  from  which 
the  ego  is  obliterated. 

If  mortals  think  this  an  easy  task,  I,  Shakespeare,  tell  them 
to  remake  in  the  spirit  world  the  inner  man,  has  many  times 
been  an  impossibility;  for  this  one  must  work  with  his  own 
tools,  and  refashion  the  self  of  himself.  Have  you  mortals 
ever  performed  an  earth  task  entirely  self-reliant?  A  difficult 
task,  a  long  task?  Have  you  seen  one  man  tear  down  an  old 
building  and  rebuild  a  new  one  on  the  same  plan  only  of  new 
material,  and  perform  this,  and  erect  this  structure  complete, 
single-handed,  alone,  without  aid.  I  wot  not.  But  all  this 
must  be  done  in  the  spirit  world  by  the  one  who  found  himself 
his  own  god,  all  sufficient,  all  capable,  all  powerful,  all  intel 
ligent,  all  needful. 

He  believes  himself  all  this,  and  he  sets  about  his  task  with 
an  understanding  so  new  and  so  different,  seeing  before  him 
the  hard  task  he  set  himself  to  perform  before  the-  everpresent, 
all-seeing  God,  whose  help  he  has  never  asked  nor  craved,  or 
thought  he  should  ever  need! 

How  small,  what  a  pigmy  is  this  one  at  last  he  sees  for  the 
first  time  God's  man  he  is  become!  The  work  of  his  own 
self-satisfied,  ail-sufficiently  godless,  self! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


328  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

INSANITY,  AND  THE  MENTAL  DEFICIENT 

To  be  afflicted  mentally  is  the  worst  affliction  mortals  ever 
suffer;  more  pathetic  than  insanity  itself  because  very  often 
the  insane  do  not  realize  their  mental  condition,  but  think 
themselves  not  only  sane,  but  clever,  or,  most  often,  wise. 

The  mental  deficient  on  the  other  hand  know  their  exact 
state  of  being,  pity  themselves — abhor  the  censure  and  pity  of 
others  as  you  or  I  never  despised  it,  while  a  shadow  seems 
ever  to  lurk  behind  or  near  them  to  snatch  the  little  balance 
they  know  is  left  through  which  they  can  reason,  or  obtain 
for  themselves  the  rights  of  justice. 

The  poor  weak-minded  has  no  strong  prejudice  to  over 
come  ;  no  desire,  as  the  insane,  to  annihilate  himself,  or  others, 
makes  no  threats,  treasures  no  enmities,  makes  no  enemies, 
has  no  cunning,  lies  in  wait  to  do  no  injuries,  but  finds  his  own 
world  quite  sufficient  unto  himself,  and  all  it  contains  happily 
to  his  liking.  Poor  fellow.  It  is  this  one  who  deserves  all 
pity,  and  no  blame ;  for  they  are  not  responsible  for  their  con 
dition,  or  at  least  rarely  are  they  so,  while  victims  of  in 
sanity,  unless  they  have  inherited  the  curse  from  their  for 
bears,  are  entirely  responsible  for  straining  the  mental  equip 
ment  beyond  all  power  to  readjust  this  fine  balance,  which 
once  lost,  is  never  after  sure  in  its  perfection,  no  matter  what 
earth's  scientists  claim  to  the  contrary! 

This  is  a  world  where  readjustments  are  bought  for  a  price, 
and  it  is  thought  surgeons  of  skill  can  work  miracles  with 
knives  and  scissors,  cat-gut  sutures,  and  thread.  But  no 
insanity  expert,  no  matter  how  clever  he  is,  or  may  become, 
can  ever  rebalance  a  human's  mind  once  it  is  lost! 

I  am  a  spirit-surgeon  now  in  this  world  where  mortals  are 
taken  when  their  clay  is  taken  away  from  them  by  the  One 
Who  gave  it  to  clothe  their  spirit,  and  I  know  whereof  I 
speak,  fellow-spirits  in  houses  soon  to  be  left  as  was  mine 
nearly  three  centuries  back  on  the  Road  of  Time. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  329 

Physicians  and  surgeons  in  this  world  know  some  things 
those  on  the  earth  little  dream  could  be  true.  They  see  the 
mistakes  of  mortals  in  the  profession  and  long  to  assist  them 
to  overcome  the  errors  of  medical  practice,  but  how  can  this 
be  done,  when  mortal  physicians  and  surgeons,  for  the  most 
part,  do  not  even  believe  in  a  God,  an  hereafter,  or  a  soul 
(or,  spirit,  which  is  the  same). 

When  they,  as  well  as  the  world,  recognize  the  effort  being 
made  by  the  inhabitants  of  the  world  beyond  this,  to  reach 
them,  and  through  them  aid  and  relieve  suffering  humanity, 
uncovering  secrets  not  yet  known  to  mortal  beings,  which  can 
not  otherwise  be  known,  and  humanity  never  benefits  until 
these  AKE  known,  they  would  make  some  effort  to  rise  from 
the  sodden  selfishness,  and  all-sufficient  Godless  learning!  .  .  . 

"Why  do  men  worship  themselves?"  we  now  ask.  "How  can 
they  look  about  them  and  feel  secure,  smug,  well-balanced, 
even  sane,  and  allow  no  place,  time,  or  thought  for  the  wis 
dom  of  the  Creator  of  their  bodies  or  minds,  or  see  in  His 
wondrous  mechanism  nothing  beyond  their  pigmy  intelligence 
to  solve!"  How  can  they  sit  at  the  feet  of  Mammon  and  wor 
ship  inanimate  metals,  which  constitute  their  god,  and  think 
of  nothing  beyond  the  sphere  of  metal's  power,  nor  crave  to 
understand,  or  have  explained,  the  marvels  of  a  star's  beam 
signaling  to  their  eyes  not  blind,  the  wide-open,  up-gazing,  but 
indifferent!  How  can  men  think  that  the  God  who  made 
them  and  the  celestial  spheres  has  alloted  no  place  for  Him 
self  in  all  His  all-wise,  divine  plans." 

Well,  we  have  only  to  answer  ourselves!  For  we  cannot 
reach  the  blind  who  will  not  see,  nor  the  deaf  who  will  not 
hear.  These  constitute  insane  humanity  who  think  and  call 
themselves  sane;  who,  though  they  do  not  deserve  our  pity, 
or  the  mercy  of  their  God,  have  both,  and  still  we  cry  out  and 
beg  to  be  heard,  to  be  seen,  to  be  permitted  to  come  to  their 
assistance,  to  help  them  with  their  unsolved  and  except 


330  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

througfi  spirit  unsolvable  problems,  of  medicine  and  surgery, 
of  life  here  and  hereafter, — and  all  we  have  been  able  to  do 
up  to  this  hour  is  to  cry  out,  and  receive  no  word,  no  answer 
ing  reply,  from  those  on  the  earth  which  we  love,  and  from 
whom  we  are  separated  by  a  wall  as  thin  as  air,  as  opaque 
as  light,  as  true  as  God,  and  as  marvelous  as  His  wonders! 

Oh,  men  of  earth,  make  just  an  effort  to  see,  or  hear,  or 
understand,  and  see  what  will  happen!  Extend  a  thought,  a 
wish,  a  single  desire  for  help  from  Beyond,  and  watch  for 
revelations  from  that  world  which  you  call  the  "Unseen"! 
Give  some  thought  to  the  world  whither  you  are  hastening  to 
serve  forever  and  forever,  instead  of  a  life-term,  and  give 
the  God  Who  made  you  an  opportunity  to  establish  WITHIN 
His  Kingdom  while  you  are  still  on  the  earth  you  will  never 
leave  until  you  have  found  Him  inside  and  outside  of  all  His 
creations,  including  Man,  whom  He  made  in  His  image  and 
likeness! 

Go  to  the  nearest  church  and  kneel  with  prayer  in  your 
heart,  though  it  never  reaches  your  lips,  and  it  will  reach  the 
throne  of  the  Almighty  who  is  waiting,  who  is  listening,  who 
is  ready  to  send  His  legions  to  help  you  adjust  the  balance, 
and  keep  it  true;  who  keeps  the  spheres  swinging  harmonious 
circles  throughout  all  time. 

Go  today,  whoever  you  are,  wherever  you  are,  and  make  this 
single  effort  of  self-salvation,  and  the  angels  will  clear  the 
way  for  your  understanding,  your  intelligence,  your  mental- 
deficiency,  and  you  will  then  ask  yourself  the  same  questions 
we  ask  of  you,  and  wonder,  as  we  wonder,  so  near  and  yet 
so  far,  are  all  mortals  insane,  or,  what  is  wrong  with  their 
God-given  intelligences,  that  they  are  satisfied  with  a  world 
of  sin  and  suffering, — a  life-term  of  breath  and  bones, — which 
is  alloted  them  merely  to  try  their  souls  for  eternal  life,  where 
in  all  justice  they  are  rewarded  only  by  their  deserving,  and 
with  all  they  have  earned! 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  331 

Men  of  science,  learn  a  lesson  contained  only  in  the  Book- 
of-Life!  Worship  the  Creator  whose  secrets  no  mind  ever 
fathomed!  Bow  down  in  reverence  and  respect  to  the  temple 
you  carve  and  dissect,  but  which  is  still  His  secret,  and  will 
ever  remain  the  secret  of  the  Great  Physician.  Then  try,  at 
least  make  some  attempt  to  utter  a  word  of  praise,  and  thanks 
giving,  and  when  you  have  done  this,  feel  the  touch  of  His 
Almighty  power  descending  upon  you  to  lift  you  out  of  your 
selves,  and  into  Eternal  realms  of  worshipful  gratitude  and 
praise.  BEN  JONSON. 

(Through  Shakespeare's  medium,  the  only  one  he  has  ever 
had  on  the  earth  or  tried  to  own  or  make.) 

WHAT    IS   THE    MEANING   OF   DEATH   FOR   HUMAN 
LIFE  AS  A  WHOLE 

When  conscious,  mentality  is  a  source  of  great  pleasure,  and 
the  delight  of  human  intelligence  surpasses  that  of  any  other 
joy  alloted  mortals.  The  mind  is  a  mine  which  to  explore  is 
not  only  a  delight  but  an  adventure  preciously  rewarded  the 
patient  and  skilled.  To  abstract  from  this  experience  any 
experience  is  impossible.  Can  you  both  forget  and  remember? 
Then  that  which  is  gleaned  is  garnered  and  becomes  a  part  of 
one's  individuality,  which  is  personality. 

Thus  are  mortals  different,  not  two  having  had  in  their  lives 
terms  paralleled  experiences.  Thus  is  the  ego  mantained 
after  passing  from  its  clay,  carrying  throughout  eternity,  so 
far  as  I  can  see,  its  pettiness,  or  magnanimity  of  structure, 
hampered  or  trammeled  by  its  peccadillos,  or  sins  or  tastes. 
While  the  limitations  of  the  body  are  those  of  its  structure, 
the  spirit  knows  no  limitations  beyond  the  laws  which  govern 
the  sphere  it  occupies.  (That  is,  after  it  becomes  a  free  spirit, 
able  to  travel,  migrate  YOU  would  say,  perhaps,  as  we  move 
through  desire,  or  will.) 


332  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

We  have  no  laws  adjustable  in  spirit.  For  those  who  cannot 
conform  to  the  higher  laws,  there  is  punishment  immutable, 
just  as  the  spirit  pays  for  all  laws  broken  on  the  earth  plane, 
and  cannot  go  further  until  his  past  is  adjusted  according  to 
the  Divine  rule.  Where  we  go  there  is  no  hell  but  this.  It 
is  enough. 

"Death,"  then  is  not  a  reward,  nor  an  awarding ;  neither  is  it 
a  punishment,  necessarily.  But  it  is  an  accounting:  a  balanc 
ing  of  accounts,  truly. 

Life  is  a  great  privilege;  a  blessing  bestowed  by  the  Great 
Giver  who  is  a  loving  Father  as  well. 

The  divine  privilege  is  not  appreciated,  nor  recognized  until 
the  meaning  of  life  is  made  clear  through  the  change  called 
"death."  We  are  planted,  we  sprout,  flourish,  bear,  ripen,  and 
are  harvested  (some  before  the  entire  completion  of  the  cycle). 

As  souls  in  bodies  we  live  fitfully,  anxiously,  toilfully,  most, 
regretfully  and  coruplainingly.  Blind  as  moles,  we  pass  to  the 
change  of  seeing:  when  though  all  is  not  made  clear  at  once 
by  any  means,  we  learn  what  we  might  have  made  of  life  and 
spirit,  had  we  followed,  trusted  and  believed  in  the  Divine 
Goodness  which  gave  us  life,  and  all  things  for  which  to  praise 
Him  should  be  the  earthly  (as  well  as  heavenly)  joy  of  souls. 

We  enter  life  hampered,  and  leave  it  deformed  (most  of  us), 
blaming  everyone  and  everything  but  ourselves,  when  we  alone 
are  held  to  strict  account  for  life's  failure  or  success. 

The  final  product  is  by  no  means  the  same  thing  that  began, 
no  more  than  the  harvest-crop  is  the  planted  seed.  It  is  the 
result  of  the  seeds'  growth.  So  it  is  with  the  spirit.  Eternal 
progression,  through  service,  seems  to  be  the  eternal  plan  as 
we  view  it. 

Oh,  that  mankind  could  realize  the  opportunities  life  offers 
the  undying  spark,  that  they  might  take  advantage  of  its 
short  span  and  arrive  where  worlds  divide  and  still  are  one, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

is  the  wish  of  Shakespeare  who  writes  through  this  willing 
instrument  to  help  the  world  he  loved  and  loves. 

WILLIAM  SHAKESPEARE  In  spirit 

(Through  S.  S.) 
(Sign  my  full  name  here  also.    W.  S.) 

WHAT    IS   THE    MEANING    OF    SPIRITUAL 
DEVELOPMENT? 

(Written  in  reply  to  a  mental  question  of  -        — ,  read  by 

W.  S.  In  spirit  and  repeated  to  his  medium, 

Sarah  Taylor  Shatford.) 

When  a  man  of  intelligence  invites  us  to  answer  a  question 
having  so  many  sides  and  spiritual  answers,  we  respond  with 
delight  a  mortal  cannot  understand.  As  mortals  understand 
little  of  the  spirit  until  they  come  to  the  spirit  world,  and  are 
spirit  only,  the  opportunity  to  serve  a  human  in  this  capacity 
gives  us  greater  happiness  than  it  is  possible  for  spirit  even 
to. explain  to  them. 

The  meaning  of  spiritual  development  is  a  subject  so  vast 
in  its  scope  as  God's  universe,  with  its  development  of  germ, 
plant,  and  animal  life  (for  all  life  is  development,  and  de 
velopment  only)  so  in  order  to  answer  this  we  must  begin  by 
calling  your  attention  to  the  treasure  house  of  God's  earth, 
and  tell  the  one  who  asks  this  question  something  of  the  plans 
of  the  All-Wise  Creator,  which  up  to  this  time  possibly  he  has 
not  been  able  to  solve  in  a  way  to  satisfy  his  own  analytical 
mind. 

When  God  chose  to  create  an  earth  world  which  should  be 
replenished  throughout  time  by  reformation  of  life-cells,  re 
newed  germination,  and  a  system  evolved  from  new-life  out 
of  old-life  (as  seems  the  best  way  to  make  it  plain),  He  gave 
a  plan  He  originated  and  kept  to  Himself  (it  appears  to  us 
here),  throughout  eternity,  so  to  explain  the  meaning  of  a 


334  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

part  of  God's  wisdom  would  be  to  understand  the  whole  of 
His  secret,  which  though  I  am  the  living  spirit  of  Ben  Jonson 
writing  through  the  immortal  Shakespeare's  medium,  the  only 
earthly  instrument  he  has  ever  had,  I  do  not  comprehend  the 
first  axiom  pertaining  to  the  knowledge  of  the  Creator's  plan 
of  eternal  life.  I  have  been  in  the  spirit  world  for  nearly  three 
centuries  (a  short  time  here,  I  would  say),  I  have  no  idea 
that  this  secret  will  ever  be  revealed  to  me.  This  is  a  con 
fession  of  ignorance  on  my  part  I  would  admit.  Immortal 
spirits  of  the  higher  spheres  to  which  I  belong  now  (praise 
God)  do  not  pretend,  falsify,  nor  deceive.  We  know,  if  God 
(in  us,  also)  who  made  the  spheres,  and  worked  such  wonders, 
intends  to  keep  His  secrets  forever  from  the  knowledge  of 
His  children,  it  is  for  their  eternal  good,  and  a  part  of  His 
all-wise  plan  which  blesses  eternally.  God's  plan  of  eternal 
life  includes  the  Creator  Himself,  and  all  spirit  (undying) 
which  is  a  part  of  Him. 

When  mortals  leave  the  poor  old  husk  behind  and  pass  out 
of  it,  they  stand  beside  the  house  of  clay  which  sheltered  them, 
as  well  as  shackled  them,  and  realize  through  the  change  called 
"death"  they  are  still  living,  unconfined,  free,  sensible,  sensi 
tive  as  before,  and  with  no  desire  to  again  inhabit  the  old 
house-of-the-body,  it  is  the  one  experience  past  even  spirit's 
power  to  describe. 

Spirits  often  tell  of  their  experiences  immediately  after  the 
change  has  taken  place,  and  they  try  to  recall  for  the  amuse 
ment  or  edification  of  one  another  their  wonder,  amazement, 
incredulity,  as  the  final  cord  was  loosed  and  they  experienced 
no  difference,  except  that  they  were  happier,  glad  to  realize 
the  truth  that  life  knows  no  dying  after  all,— to  know  they  are 
to  share  some  Infinite  Good,  beyond  their  deserving,  except  for 
some  mercy  they  know  was  near  at  hand. 

When  spirits  realize  they  must  leave  their  bodies  they  loved 
so  well  to  the  final  disposition  of  their  near  ones,  and  go  on 


BY  SIIAKKSI-KAUE'S  SPIRIT 

with  the  spirit,  or  spirits  (for  sometimes  it  is  one,  bnt  more 
often  several)  and  they  will  not  need  this  body  or  care  where, 
or  with  whom  it  goes,  it  is  proof  enough  they  arc  glad,  to  leave 
it    know  thev  are  leaving  it  for  something  infinitely  higher, 
finer,  better,  loftier,  and  that  they  are  only  a  part  of  this 
very  plan,  and  secret,  of  a  merciful  Father,  they  may  have 
known  only  since  leaving  their  body  a  few  seconds  past  owing 
to  their  own  neglect  of  Him,  while  worshiping   all  earth  s 
pleasures  or  sins.    For  we  have  no  time  in  the  spirit  world, 
and  should  not  know  tonight  how  long  ago  we  passed  over 
except  for  the  earth-fame  attached  to  our  earth-names,  all 
most,  of  which  we  speedily  forget  unless  we  have  insi 
persistent   recurring   anniversaries,   as   my   dear   frie 
Shakespeare,  for  instance,  through   whose  kindness  1 
this  to  you,  using  his  wonderful  medium,  of  whom  yoi 
certainly  know  rnore  anon. 

We  duress,  my  friend.     I  am  so  anxious  to  prove  what 
can  for  the  spirit  world  as  well  as  mortals,  and  will,  if  yoi 
be  kind  enough  to  continue  questioning,  no  matter  what 
how  manv  they  may  be,  I  know  you  can  be  convinced  o    my 
identity  beyond  any  misgiving,  of  the  truth  of  spirit-return, 
communication,  eternal  life-the  old,  laid  by,  for  the  new, 
which  is  the  continued  plan  of  progression  through  all  spheres 
beyond  earth-progression  in  which  there  is  no  other  "death  • 
but    the    SAME    SPIRIT    called    HIGHER    and    HIGHER, 
through  His  TJXREVEALED,  still  secret  plan,  All-wise,  All- 
loving    All-just,-All-merciful,-through   which   as   we   serve 
Him  and  His,  with  all  the  attributes  of  Himself  (love,  charity, 
faith    mercy)  which  with  obedience,  and  remorse,  constitute 
the  plan  as  self  revealed  to  US  where  WE  are,  this  alon^s 
far  as  we  know,  is  the  meaning  of  Spirit  development  AF 
the  change  which  comes  to  mortals  when  breath  no  1 
holds  the  spirit  captive. 
Now,  sir,  we  take  the  other  side  of  this  Almighty's  question, 


336  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

to  explain  what  you  have  beheld  this  day  of  our  Lord  in  the 
phase  of  mediumship  or  spirit  development  of  Sarah  Taylor 
Shatford  while  inhabiting  her  mortal  body,  through  which 
we  speak  or  write.  When  I  tell  you,  Mr.  -  — ,  that  this 
woman  acquaintance  has  progressed  beyond  the  spheres  near 
to  the  earth-plane,  where  her  mortal  body  is  doing  service  for 
her  God,  and  yours,  ours  (and  for  all  souls  there  is  but  One 
Father),  and,  that  you  will  have  to  pass  through  centuries 
of  time  as  you  know  it,  and  long  teaching  and  rebuilding  after 
the  change  called  "death,"  before  you  reach  her  spirit-abode, 
I  trust  I  shall  not  wound  your  mortal  sensitiveness.  Few  on 
the  earth-plane  have  spirit  development  as  this  instrument 
who  developed  herself  (as  you  may,  if  you  can,  sir,  with  help 
from  us  if  it  pleases  you  to  accept  our  aid)  through  following 
in  His  footsteps  to  the  complete  obliteration  of  all  earthly  con 
ditions  which  hinder  spirit  advancement  while  in  the  mortal 
body. 

Development  of  the  spirit,  or  growth  of  the  spirit,  or  pro 
gression  of  the  spirit    (or,   soul)    while   still  occupying  the 
mortal  body,  is  so  rare  in  its  HIGHER,  FINER  phases  as  to 
be  phenomenal;  just  as  marvellous  and  widely  heralded  in 
the  spirit-land  as  discredited  on  earth;  for  the  entire  spirit 
world  has  always  been  and  is  trying  to  establish  comprehen 
sive  communication  with  mortals  on  the  earth  plane  which  all 
spirits  revisit,  seeing  as  when  mortals  but  unseen. 
Spiritual  development  means: 
To  be  in  tune  with  the  Infinite  spirit,  God, — 
To  love  Him  with  all  thy  heart,  and  with  all  thy  mind. 
To  love  thy  neighbor  as  thyself : 
To  live  for  Eternity  instead  of  three  score  years. 
To  work  out  your  salvation  here  as  well  as  hereafter: 
To  do  unto  others  as  you  would  they  should  do  unto  you : 
To  follow  wherever  His  footsteps  lead  nor  falter  when  His 
way  is  not  yours. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  337 

Development  of  the  spirit,  then,  means  an  inrushing  of 
divine  fires  and  currents  bestowed  by  the  great  Giver,  which 
He  "finds"  for  all  who  "seek"  after  them,  protecting  them 
from  all  evil,  asking  only  to  share  with  His  deserving  children 
His  wonders,  keeping  for  them  an  inheritance  well-nigh  beyond 
belief,  asking  only  praise  and  trust  for  all  His  loving  kindness, 
giving  all  for  nothing,  but  their  love  and  trust,  and  loyalty; 
and  this  constitutes  the  Kingdom-of-Heaven  whose  God  L-? 
spirit,  incarnate  in  every  mortal  until  He  relieves  the  im 
prisoned,  frees  the  captive,  releases  the  soul. 

BEN  JONSON  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHY  SPIRITS  DO  NOT  REINCARNATE  AS  MORTALS, 
BUT  AS  SPIRITS 

We  hear  these  theosophists-  and  amuse  ourselves  with  their 
ideas.  They  have  grasped  the  truth  the  wrong  end  to  in  fact, 
and  spirits  have  beleaguered  them  with  knowledge  in  a  form 
they  were  willing  to  accept ;  as  nostrums  are  hidden  in  sweets 
for  the  rebellious  in  childhood. 

Theosophy  is  one  with  spiritualism  then  if  we  take  them 
at  their  word,  but  a  higher  grade  of  spirits  wait  upon  them 
with  their  teachers  robed  in  garbs  of  glowing  colors,  arrayed 
to  disseminate  higher  truths  to  mortals  who  seek  to  open  the 
door  of  the  beyond. 

How  much  of  truth  is  there  in  their  teachers  and  how  little 
I  dare  not  tell.  These  may  harm  me  for  aught  I  know.  They 
come  from  beyond.  But  for  my  medium  I  shall  cry  out  hereon 
a  truth,  simple,  apparent,  and  divine  philosophy,  which  all 
may  read  on  the  leaves  of  the  One  Book  spared  through  the 
ages  disseminating  knowledge  all  worthy. 

To  a  believer  in  Christ  theosophy  is  impossible.  God  sent 
His  Son  through  Mary  it  is  true;  but  was  He  not  performing 
a  miracle  for  the  world?  Jesus  Christ  had  to  be  born  of  a 


338  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

virgin,  else  He  were  not  miraculously  born.  But  these  times 
were  prophetic  and  prophecy  was  being  worked  out  that  should 
instill  reverence  and  wonder,  and  give  to  those  willing  or  able 
to  comprehend  the  wonders  of  God,  a  lesson  in  trust,  divinity 
of  learning,  spiritual  sight,  and  opening  of  the  mind  as  well. 

God  gave  His  Son  through  Mary.  Here  the  theosophists  lay 
their  foundation.  But  it  is  rank  hypocrisy  from  beginning  to 
end  to  impose  upon  the  credulity  of  mortals  in  order  to  use 
them  to  develop  the  spirits  who  have  changed  nothing  through 
"dying"  except  their  own  ideas  of  life  when  they  see  life  as 
the  Maker  has  reserved  it  for  them,  and  all  spirits. 

therefore  to  return  and  take  possession  of  a  castle  con 
structed,  organized,  for  another  whose  right  is  super-equal 
to  one  who  has  lived  and  lost  his  chance,  defamed  his  Maker, 
or  undone  himself,  his  lot,  or  soul,  through  perverse  ways, 
opportunities  slighted,  or  left  debts  which  could  not  be  paid 
in  spirit,  would  be  highwaymanship  in  the  first  degree.  First 
imposing  faults  and  shortcomings,  then  robbing  it  of  its  very 
breath  in  order  to  progress? 

Creation  holds  no  such  malformations  as  this,  and  the  All- 
wise  God  in  His  plans  falls  never  short  of  material  through 
which  to  speed  His  creations  on  to  perfection.  But  in  His 
wisdom  each  works  his  own  way  from  the  spirit  side  back  to 
earth  and  mortals  through  service  interior  and  exterior,  sub 
ject  to  will  (mortals)  and  never  through  afflictions  except 
as  mortals  through  their  own  will  attract  the  spirits  they 
desire,  and  these  are  in  turn  benefited,  or  harmed,  through 
their  services  to  mankind,  entering  and  leaving  by  the  door 
of  the  castle  which  they  found  open  to  receive  them.  That 
spirits  misuse  this  privilege  is  true.  Some  never  leave  for 
various  reasons,  and  these  mortals,  then,  are  not  themselves. 

When  the  curtain  rises  on  the  unseen  (as  you  mortals  call 
our  world)  the  asylums  for  the  insane  will  have  spirit  be 
lievers  in  charge  and  the  dispossessing  of  the  leech  spirit  will 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  339 

be  all  uecessary.  To  restore  the  owner  his  castle  the  marauder 
will  be  put  out — that  is  all.  These  spirits  are  following  no 
law,  but  are  working  against  His  laws,  every  time  a  spirit 
possesses  (obsesses)  a  mortal  they  are  pirates,  known  as 
pirates,  despised  as  those  on  the  high  seas.  Lawbreakers  rule 
nothing  and  are  ruled  not  by  any. 

Now,  spirits  rebirth  not. 

Always  themselves,  alas,  with  their  ideas  altered  only 
through  their  experience  of  the  death  change,  colored  or  dark 
ened  by  what  they  find  theirs  in  the  spirit.  Their  outlook  is 
the  inlook,  in  other  words. 

Life  evolving  itself,  creating  its  various  forms,  unplanned 
by  Wisdom  whose  plan  conceived  is  too  infinite  for  our  under 
standing,- — well  it  is  amusing  to  spirits,  this  unravelling  to 
the  end  and  knitting  up  again,  with  nothing  unsolved  but  all 
accounted  His  great  mysterious  unending  variety  of  specie 
containing  the  life  principal  which  to  discover,  manipulate  or 
duplicate  man  turns  within  to  see  that  same  God  looking  in 
his  eyes,  and  out  of  them,  smiling  on  His  children  from  every 
sunny  cliff  and  crest,  and  speaking  to  them  still  through  the 
wisdom  of  His  Son,  saying, 

"Ye  cannot  come  to  the  Father  except  by  Me." 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Feb.,  1918.  New  Orleans,  La. 

KEINCARNATION 

It  is  not  difficult  to  find  souls  resembling  birds  and  beasts 
inhabiting  mortal  bodies.  But  for  man  to  retrograde  would 
be  against  the  divine  Law  since  his  Maker  made  him  and  like 
unto  Himself. 

Keincarnation  is  a  fad  of  an  ennuied  sect  claiming  superi 
ority  over  wanderers  in  the  spirit-form.  Usually  these  have 
been  unenlightened  waifs  outclassed  by  the  souls  they  have 


340  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

corne  to  serve.  In  ages  past  the  Hindus  were  unable  to  grasp 
the  truth  of  spirit  return  owing  to  their  ascetic  existence, 
their  natures  more  vegetable  than  belonging  to  the  animal 
kingdom  of  man. 

Returning  spirits  need  fire  and  energy  through  which  to 
manifest — known  as  magnetic  force.  This  is  a  rule  of  the 
spirit  world.  No  mortal  is  subject  to  spirits  except  they 
possess  this  force  in  such  abundance  that  it  may  be  "tapped." 
In  return  they  supply  spirit  force  and  there  is  never  a  vacuum. 
The  inrushing  and  outrushing  forces  have  combined  a  trans 
mitter  and  it  is  this  which  makes  for  mediumistic  power. 

Many  of  earth  possess  this  power  but  are  unwilling  to  serve, 
or  put  themselves  where  they  may  be  attached  by  forces  which 
would  or  might  compel  them  to  serve. 

Regarding  your  own  state  of  development  this  force  is  weak 
at  present  owing  to  your  mental  condition  of  worry.  But 
adjustment  will  take  place  as  before.  Shakespeare  has  per 
mitted  you  to  serve  as  you  will.  But  should  you  refuse  now 
to  speak  or  give  out  I  might  be  compelled  to  put  you  in  a 
trance  and  speak  through  you  involuntarily. 

Should  you  ever  find  I  had  done  this,  what  would  you  do  ? 
Be  wise  and  make  no  change.     This  will  do  for  awhile. 
When  the  frost  is  out  of  the  ground,  wing  north  again. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  16th,  1918.    New  Orleans,  La. 

Question  by  S.  S.  :"Is  it  dangerous  to  speak  for  spirits  in  a 
trance  condition?" 

Answer:  "It  IS  dangerous;  as  spirits  cannot  be  trusted  to 
manipulate  an  instrument  with  skill.  Socrates  was  .the 
discoverer  of  this,  and  Plato,  as  well  as  all  the  old  barking 
philosophers.  They  were  possessed  by  spirits  who  ruled 
them,  against  their  wills  often.  For  to  become  so  de 
praved  as  not  to  rule  your  own  kingdom  was  against  these 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  341 

wise  ones  who  had  fathomed  the  Law  and  were  juggled 
by  it  as  puppets  are  made  to  dance.  Much  solitary. thought 
driveth  the  tenant  from  its  house.  When  this  occurs  an 
other  landlord  takes  possession,  often  a  spurious  one.  To 
be  guided  is  well,  but  to  be  ruled  is  not  well.  Every  king 
to  his  own  throne." 

Answer:  "Every  man  to  his  own  reason." — W.  S. 
(Questioned  ~by  S.  fl.) 

The  elements  are  harnessed,  but  who  would  stand  out 
with  a  rod  in  the  electric  disturbance. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

W.   S.   speaking.     After   reading   Sir   Oliver  Lodge's   "RAY 
MOND."     Jan.  20th,  1918.     New  Orleans,  La.) 

Surely  there  is  a  possibility  that  spirits  can  get  through  if 
mortals  can  search  thus  diligently  for  communications  and 
communicators.  But  how  long  will  it  take  to  go  out  and 
gather  in  a  multitude  so  concerned.  As  to  the  future,  who 
cares.  There  is  a  new  era  in  which  the  spirit  will  come  into  its 
own — shortly — at  the  end  of  the  war.  Curious  if  those  gone 
out  through  this  hard  channel  can  find  this  line  and  attach  it 
when  we  can  not  who  have  dickered  (or  fished)  with  it  so 
long.  There  is  a  force  beyond  control.  If  this  sets  up  its 
mighty  flow  mortals  will  see  for  themselves  if  God  has  pre 
pared  a  holocaust  after  the  end  (terminating  with  the  change 
death,  so-called). 

You  are  a  spirit's  instrument  in  tune  and  ready,  yet  so 
abnormally  ungrateful  as  to  wish  them  not  to  use  you  as  an 
interpreter.  Well,  this  is  one  case  of  spirit-power  overcoming 
mortal's  desire.  For  you  shall  have  to  be  played  upon  even 
were  it  only  to  sound  a  single  note. 

There  is  a  change  to  come  for  earth-folk  when  their  own 
have  broken  through.  This  will  be  a  hallelujah  time  in  the 


342  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

spirit  world.  An  event  of  so  much  importance  that  the  world 
will  hear  their  rejoicing.  No  fancy,  even  Shakespeare's,  need 
be  drawn  upon  to  picture  the  scene,  should  separation  separate 
no  longer  the  living  (gone)  and  the  dead  (in  the  body). 

To  send  MY  words  broadcast  I  am  here;  no  power  but  One 
would  I  obey.  His  miracles  are  not  over. 

Fetch  me  a  lantern,  good  Horatio,  that  I  may  find  a  ray 
of  sunshine  in  this  ingrate  soul. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Thrugh  S.  S.) 

W.  S.  speaking.     After  reading  "Spiritulist  Vaudeville" 

Are  you  any  happier  now  that  you  have  read  this  trumped-up 
belly-filler?  He  is  not  to  be  discountenanced  for  his  investiga 
tion  of  fakirs.  Would  there  were  more  of  them.  Finding  no 
proof  but  fraud  why  has  he  not  had  them  before  the  law? 
In  his  own  profession  are  there  frauds  top.  He  is  not  seriously 
investigating  the  truth  of  spirit  return  or  he  would  not  stop 
with  charlatans  who  never  convinced  anyone  of  learning,  and 
surely  these  can  be  numbered  by  anyone  and  their  names  sound 
their  worth  as  intellectuals. 

If  Shakespeare  WAS  at  their  deviltries  he  is  not  aware  of 
it.  I've  had  a  steady  job  for  sometime  (as  you  may  be  aware). 

She  links  my  name  with  Lincoln  I  see.  Not  so  bad,  since  I 
am  in  America  now.  In  turn  I  may  say  too,  I  never  met  the 
gentleman,  but  would  gladly  extend  my  poor  hand  COULD  I 
meet  him. 

Some  say  Jesus  of  Nazareth  was  a  medium  while  some  make 
Him  as  such  a  subject  for  jest.  Well  there  is  much  to  say  on 
the  subject,  but  this  one  thing  /  say: 

The  man  who  wrote  this  article  was  neither  Christian  nor  a 
friend  of  His,  surely  no  student  of  history,  ancient  or  Divine, 
or  would  he  have  contained  therein  reference  to  the  God,  Good 
and  True,  for  all  who  seek  the  Way  which  is  open,  nor  closed 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  343 

from  the  day  our  Lord  showed  the  nailprints  to  His  doubting 
disciple. 

Go  to!  A  fool  is  sometimes  fooled  who  considers  himself 
most  wise.  HE  is  linked  with  folly  who  belittles  the  Creator's 
plan  Who  sent  His  Son  to  be  crucified  that  He  might  save  such 
as  he. 

Wisdom  he  may  acquire,  but  knowledge  is  revealed  only 
unto  babes. 

Feb.  6th,  1918.     New  Orleans,  La. 

OX  -         -  LUNCHEON 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
March  13th,  1918.    New  Orleans,  La. 

You  were  asked  to  a  spiritual  feast  which  was  turned  into 
a  material  one,  for  no  lack  of  material  but  the  preference  of 
mortals.  This  is  natural  in  a  way.  Mortals  are  human  be 
ings.  It  seems  strange  that  seekers  of  spiritual  truth  should 
prefer  this  feast  when  a  banquet  was  spread  for  them  by  the 
spirit.  But  this  is  natural  when  a  priestess  of  a  cult  is  present 
who  abhors  spirits  of  the  bound  state,  thinking  Herself  a  high 
and  mightier  one  more  fit  or  fitted  to  attract  spirits  of  a  higher 
plane.  Your  esoteric  proof  is  tangible.  What  evidence  have 
they  to  show  they  serve  a  master  from  a  higher  sphere  than 
mine?  It  is  rot.  If  Shakespeare  ever  was  he  is  here  speaking. 
Here  am  I  condemned  without  evidence,  when  evidence  is  here. 
What  plane  calls  such  fair.  None  I  have  traversed.  To  these 
a  harm  may  come  greater  than  serving  one  earthbound  who 
comes  to  serve  his  God,  for  His  God.  They  who  choose  other 
gods  than  He  serve  their  time  throughout  eternity.  Take  thi ; 
evidence  from  ONE  spirit  who  would  not  harm  but  serve  all 
who  seek  for  higher  things.  On  High  there  is  but  One  Master. 
To  follow  Him  is  to  serve  Him.  And,  to  speak  for  Him,  if  He 
chooses  thee. 


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AVo  have  come  from  the  circle  wiser  limn  wo  wont.  The  in 
credulity  of  teachers  posing  as  esoteric  disseminators  would 
repel  the  spirits  who  could  teach  them.  Some  have  a  higher 
regard  for  their  own  ideas  than  for  spirit's  experiences.  In 
truth  tlui  disseminators  would  evolve  themselves  without  help 
spiritual  or  divine.  No  spirits  compel  these  who  are  not  spirit  - 
instruments!,  nor  shower  their  blessings  on  such  markedly  re- 
pellant  personalities.  To  "kick-out"  a  spirit  regardless  of  hi* 
mission  remarks  the  spirituality  of  this  teacher  of  spiritual 
philosophy.  Why,  pray,  would  she  "kick  him  to  the  eighth 
sphere  where  he  belongs?"  She  must  be  a  priestess  of  high- 
kicking  as  well.  To  starve  the  stomach  or  blood  never  created 
anything  spiritual:  spirituality  is  Mind:  God.  Higher  thoughts 
should  help  too.  God  claims  His  own.  And  He  is  my  God 
here. 

To  sum  up  this  case  REGARDING  the  evidence,  "What 
Tools  these  mortals  be,"  (my  lines)  Shakespeare. 

To  the  one  all-knowing,  all-wise  disseminating  truth  from  the 
eighth  sphere  without  help  from  anyone,  even  those  from  that 
sphere.  (T  would  add  this  pretence  is  appalling  to  one  (writ 
ing)  who  has  spent  three  centuries  in  the  heaven  God  measures 
yet  withholds.)  AY.  S.  In  spirit. 

TARE 

To- 

Care  is  another  word  for  love,  the  ineffable  sweetness  of 
which  tills  God's  universe,  and  makes  the  swinging  spheres 
ring  attune  with  joyful  harmonies. 

AVhen  God  made  the  world  and  cared  for  it  He  bestowed 
upon  it  His  immortal  love — the  undying  love  of  God,  which 
every  mortal  shares  in  proportion  as  he  aspires  to  possess  it. 
lie  in  turn  bestows  this  care  on  others  who  deserve  it,  making 
of  God's  care  an  unbroken  chain,  whose  strength  welds  worlds. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  Si -HUT 

binds  one  universe  to  another,  and  holds  nil  spheres  in  the 
swinging  harmony  of  God's  care.  To  know  Clod  is  to  know 
His  love,  for  it  is  everywhere.  To  share,  His  love  and  care  is 
permitted  all  mortals  on  the  earthplane,  as  well  as  all  on  the 
spirit  plane. 

When  a  man  comes  here,  -  — ,  he  is  naked  'till  he  clothes 
himself  with  whatever  remnants  he  finds  about  reflecting  his 
personality  of  the  earth  which  he  has  just  left  to  see  no  more 
until  God  permits  him  to  return  through  the  prayers  of  his 
friends  and  his  own  supplications  to  God  from  the  darkness 
which  every  mortal  inhabits  at  first  until  he  finds  this  God 
he  neglected  to  serve  while  a  free  mortal  on  the  earth. 

You  have  been  blest  by  God's  care  and  you  must  know  His 
ineffable  love  when  you  have  shared  the  life  of  a  woman  like 

y  for  her  heart  abounds  with  Mis  richest  blessings,  which 

few  possess  so  abundantly,  or  share  with  others  so  profusely. 

We  are  here  tonight  to  use  her  frail  body  as  an  instrument 
for  spirit  manifestation,  to  prove  to  you  the  existence  of  an 
other  world  so  near  to  you  that  you  may  touch  it  with  your 
thumb.  We  are  here  for  another  purpose.  To  assure  you  that 
your  wife  is  not  only  sane,  but  the  finest  instrument  the 
spirit  world  has  ever  known.  While  she  belongs  to  the  great. 
Shakespeare  alone,  he  permits  us  to  use  her  this  evening  and 
on  other  occasions  to  demonstrate  God's  truth,  and  give  to  the 
world,  the  poor,  sodden  world,  a  new  sign  of  life  everlasting. 

While  Jesus  of  Nazareth  died  to  prove  this,  it  is  still  doubted 
in  the  world  today. 

Oh,  mortals,  could  ye  see  the  clouds  of  unseen  witnesses 
waiting  in  this  room  to  testify  to  this  truth  through  this  won 
derful  medium,  ye  would  then  see  indeed  the  dead  alive  ever 
more. 

Be  good  enough,  -  — ,  to  give  us  your  undivided  attention 
while  we  perform  these  miracles,  and  lend  to  the  occasion,  at 
least  your  utmost  respect  for  the  unseen — knowing  as  you 


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must  your 'God  is  but  one  of  these,  whom  you  are  hastening  to 
meet  shortly,  alas,  if  empty-handed  and  poor  it  is  left  to  you. 
For  in  this  world,  -  — ,  there  is  no  gold,  no  stocks,  no  bonds, 
and  no  collateral  on  which  to  realize  a  capital  for  investment. 
Dec.  29th,  1916. 

WHAT  CAN  THE  WORLD  SAY? 

When  this  instrument  who  writes  these  words  goes  out 
into  the  world  before  audiences  waiting  to  tear  into  shreds  her 
claim  of  spiritual  inspiration,  her  first  thought  will  doubtless 
be,  "Oh,  why  did  I  accept  this  trust,  and  give  my  solemn 
pledge  to  serve  mankind  through  the  spirit-world?" 

Now,  this  is  for  her  privately,  and  not  for  the  world  at  large, 
and  we  are  answering  this  question  for  her  before  she  realizes 
she  will  ask  it  of  herself. 

She  will  be  tempted  to  give  up  the  work  because  of  lack  of 
faith,  not  on  her  own  part,  but  on  the  part  of  the  people  as 
sembled  to  hear  her  speak.  She  will  wish  she  had  never  been 
born?  Oh,  yes,  many  times,  no  doubt  she  will.  But  she  is 
born,  thank  God,  and  after  many  trials,  lives  to  tell  the  won 
drous  story  of  Jesus,  His  mediumship,  and  love. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

W.  S.  Speaking: 

The  riches  of  the  world  are  as  naught  as  compared  to  the 
poor  hands  which  are  clean.  Make  your  home  in  the  spirit 
and  cease  planning  for  an  abiding  place  here.  With  adjust 
ment  you  will  not  be  homeless. 

Do  not  write  these  things  for  others  and  lose  what  I  say 
which  is  for  you. 

I  have  to  hammer,  hammer,  hammer  all  the  time  to  keep 
your  hearing  open.  Give  some  special  time  to  the  spirit. — 

W.  S.  In  spirit. 

Jan.  19,  '18.    New  Orleans,  La. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  347 

My  own  dear  Girl: 

When  I  came  in  and  supped  with  you  fearing  no  man  nor 
principalities,  but  with  the  wish  to  serve  the  Highest  Power, 
I  made  no  mistake  in  choosing  you  through  whom  to  work. 
But  it  has  been  an  effort,  unsurmountable  almost,  to  keep  you ; 
after  I  got  you  where  you  could  hear  the  voice  you  rebelled 
against  the  hand  that  fed  you,  as  it  were. 

This  were  base  ingratitude  did  it  come  from  another  less 
lovable  than  yourself,  and  I  know  you  do  not  understand  the 
full  meaning  of  this  great  mediumship  which  is  yours  for  the 
asking,  or  taking,  rather, — for  you  are  a  graduate  now  with 
many  a  diploma,  and  a  job  on  hand  which  you  falter  at  taking 
over  as  yours.  Now  what  am  I  to  do?  Go  out  and  find  an 
other,  or  wait  on  you,  and  the  war's  close  and  all  things  else 
that  keep  you  occupied  or  too  weary  to  use  as  an  instrument. 
I  am  no  brute.  When  I  see  you  so  fagged  I  cannot  come  in 
with  my  messages  or  keep  you  awake  when  you  need  rest. 
What  shall  we  do,  Sarah?  Do  you  want  to  BE  a  medium. 
Answer  that.  But  that  does  not  matter.  You  ARE  one:  so 
your  choice  was  not  considered.  But  what  are  you  to  do  with 
the  blessing  of  comforting  others  if  you  do  not  use  it. 

Let  me  hear  you  speak  on  this  subject. 

Aug.  26th,  1917.   (First  cool  day).    N.  Y.  C. 

NOTE. — Serving  every  day  from  nine  until  five  at  the  Red 
Cross  Headquarters,  411  Fifth  Avenue,  for  six  months, 
this  was  written  at  a  time  when  I  was  worn  out  from  the 
heated  term. — S.  S. 

TO  THE  SPIRIT  WHOSE  HOUSE  I  OCCUPY 

This  little  house  where  I  am  guest  (scarce  large  enough  for 

two) 

Has  been  a  haven  from  the  storm,  a  restful  haven  ,too. 
You  see  me  as  I  come  and  go,  nor  bar  me  out,  nor  in, — 


348  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

And  yet  I  tell  you  how  I  came  was  by  the  path  of  sin. 
You  are  a  hostess  rare,  supreme,  in  your  benighted  way, — 
For  once  a  spirit  knows  no  flesh,  he  barters  night  for  day — 
And  finding  any  door  ajar  where  he  may  sup  and  bide, 
Forsakes  his  kind  to  use  his  mind,  and  scatter  far  and  wide 
The  knowledge  that  his  suffering  brought,  to  save  his  brother 

man 
From  such  a  fate  as  is  his  own;  he  truly  trusts  he  can. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

There  is  a  house  where  I  shall  go,  not  long  from  now  betide, 
Where  arms  outreach  to  take  me  in,  and  portals  are  flung  wide, 
When  I  have  paid  as  spirits  pay,  for  every  mortal  crime — 
May  I  go  back  and  find  a  house  befitting  me  through  time. 
There  will  I  watch  for  her  who  writes,  with  trumpets  loud 

acclaim 

The  one  who  took  me  in  when  I  a  beggar  to  her  came. 
When  she  comes  home  to  find  no  home  but  what  I  made  for  her, 
What  will  she  do  with  me  and  YOU, — this  makes  my  heart  to 

stir. 

For  oft  I  sit  and  think  it  out, — how  I  shall  shield  her  there, 
Who  shielded  me,  and  helped  me  too,  with  all  her  world  of 

care. 
Some  way  I'll  find  to  soothe  her  mind  as  she  has  soothed  me 

here, 

For  once  a  spirit  occupies,  as  friends  they  are  most  dear. 
A  little  while  and  she  will  come  to  occupy  a  place  with  me, 
Though  I  must  say  it  will  be  poor, — wherever  Shakespeare  be. 
But  she  shall  share,  if  share  she  will,  my  royal  coat,  and  aught 

I  bear, 
And  know  how  I  have  tried  to  save  her  spirit  for  my  spirit 

there. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  349 

EDEN 

Where  love  abounds  this  garden  is,  in  forests  deep,  on  desert 

sand: 
Where  love  is  not,  a  desert  is,  though  in  a  palace  rich  Mid 

grand. 
Where  lovers  are,  there,  Eden  is;  such  place  abounds  with 

grace  and  bliss; 
To  know  no  love,  to  share  no  kiss,  Oh,  worse  than  any  lacking, 

this! 

Where  lovers  go  when  on  they  speed,  away  from  heart  and 

body  woe, 
There  still  is  love,  and  lovers  still,  and  soon  the  mortal  world 

shall  know 
Their  bliss  they  take  along  with  them ;  their  hates,  and  wrecks 

of  marriage  too ; 
But  where  they  find  but  their  own  kind,  what  can  a  loveless 

lover  do? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SEARCHERS 

Here  have  I  come  to  melt  the  chain 
Which  separates  in  bondage,  pain. 
And  holds  the  living-dead  apart 
Which  lead  them,  see  them,  heart-to-heart. 

How  have  I  worked  to  meet  this  man 
Who  knows  we  live,  and  what  we  can 
With  mortal's  help  prove  here  and  work. 
•    Had  we  the  helpers,  none  would  shirk. 

After  this  one  has  passed  away, 
And  out  of  night  returns  to  day, 
Will  he  be  able  to  aspire 
And  do  these  things  I've  done  entire? 


350  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

Such  are  my  hopes  that  none  must  try 
To  tell  the  earth-ones  from  the  sky, 
But  holding  hands,  and  seeing  eyes, 
They'll  walk  the  same  world  Paradise. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
June  1st,  '18. 

THE  BOLTED  DOOR 

There  is  no  place  where  God  is  not. 
And  naught  but  He  doth  see. 
The  sheltered  ingle  with  its  fronds, 
The  heart  of  you  or  me. 

There  is  no  joy  but  of  the  Lord. 
No  happiness  of  earth, 
But  such  is  made  for  thee  and  me 
Because  of  Jesus'  birth. 

There  is  no  woe  mankind  can  know 
But  Jesus  bore  of  yore : 
The  One  who  stands  and  knocks  outside 
The  closed,  and  bolted,  door! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"ONWARD  AND  UPWARD" 

This  should  be  your  cry. 

Whether  living,  serving, 

Or  serving  is  to  die. 

Life  may  be  sweet — 

To  serve,  then,  should  be  fair. 

But  oh,  life  is  fleet — 

To  serve  then  you  MUST  dare. 

When  life  is  done 

Which  spans  your  years  a  few, 


liY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  351 

Your  service  just  begun : 
There — all  is  service,  too. 
ONWARD  AND  UPWARD— 
This  is  all  you  care. 
Give  of  your  very  best : 
Do,  die,  dare! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

AU  REVO1R 

(Being  the  last  poem  written  through  Sarah  Sliatford  by 
Shakespeare  in  spirit,  and  for  Her  I  speak,  who  has  been  ray 
pen,  and  held  my  soul  as  her  own  worth  while  and  of  value  to 
the  Most  High  Who  calls  to  service  and  rewards  secretly  as 
well  as  openly  all  who  serve  Him.  I  contribute  this  as  my 
free-will  offering  to  her  I  shall  accompany  as  far  as  I  shall 
be— allowed.*  W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.)  Note:  *  First 
written  "able." 

Souls  meet  and  part — mayhap  to  meet  again — 

If  it  is  meet,  after  the  saved  grain 

Be  winnowed  from  the  past — 

There  may  be  union  of  all  saved  at  last. 

To  one  who  saved,  though  reckoned  not  the  cost 
Of  saving  through  her  service  a  soul  lost, 
Except  he  work  salvation  through  her  kind, 
Undoing  with  her  help  wrongs  of  his  mind, 
When,  as  a  man,  he  served  a  god-of-love, 
Continuing  in  his  chains  when  he  *reached  God  above.  (*  first 
written  "faced.") 

To  Her  who  harboured  my  soul  then 
That  I  might  harvest  souls  of  erring  men 
While  these  may  reap  seeds  I  have  sown  for  God 
Before  their  lusts  have  chained  them  to  the  sod, 


352  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

I,  Shakespeare,  speak  Her  worth  to  you; 
And  here  speak  for  her  this  adieu, 
Who  claims  no  share  in  what  I  write: 
Who  lives  that  she  may  walk  aright, 
Nor  lie,  nor  cheat,  defame,  defraud; 
Nor  cares  her  name  you  may  applaud, 
But  that  perfected,  saved,  each  line 
I  spoke  to,  through  her,  who  is  mine. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
May  22nd,  1918. 


SAVED 

Here  came  I  from  the  dark  to  save 
All  such  as  I  from  sinner's  grave. 
Here  have  I  saved  my  own  soul  then 
While  righteousness  I  brought  to  men. 

When  these  come  hence  to  work  as  I 
"Behind  the  lines,"  indeed  the  sky, 
May  all  gain  by  the  lines  I  wrote 
More  than  from  puppet-plays  remote. 

Have  any  souls?    Ay,  this  I  do 
With  mine,  who  cares  so  much  for  you 
I  would  unfold  more  than  I  can 
To  save  each  soul  within  each  man. 

But  what  I  can  do  here  I  leave 
For  all  of  Time  you  will  believe 
When  you  come  whence,  a  spirit  spare, 
Leaving  the  bastards  and  their  fare, 

My  work  will  still  be  writ  on  earth 
Which  I  have  writ  past  spirit-birth. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  v  353 

Can  you  work  out  YOUR  destiny, 
And  do  so  much  for  souls  as  we. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
May  22nd,  1918, 

TO  LUFBERY— The  American  Ace 

(Major  Raoul  Lufbery  (Wallingford,  Conn.)  of  the  Lafay 
ette  Escadrille  came  to  earth  at  Maron,  in  France,  through 
space  of  1,500  meters,  when  his  biplane  was  in  flames,  having 
ascended  to  combat  the  Huns  super-airship  "The  Flying  Tank," 
Age  34  yrs.  May  19th,  1918.) 

Lufbery  brave  of  the  Escadrille, 

You  will  soar  no  more  in  your  aeroplane, 

But  wingless  and  shipless  with  naught  to  thrill 

Is  your  hero  lot  in  the  spirit-plane. 

Wonders  of  men  you  have  ceased  to  see, 
But  the  wonders  of  God  you  scan — 
While  all  about  are  the  souls  without 
The  colors  of  God — or  man. 

Gently-sweet  were  the  flowery  arms 
Of  the  garden,  waiting  to  fold  you  in. 
Lufbery  brave  of  the  Escadrille, 
May  you  fight  for  your  soul — and  win. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


JOAN  OF  ARC 

Our  lives  are  blest  by  her  who  gave 
Her  life  her  countrymen  to  save. 
Our  heroes  are  her  country's  sons, 
Her  France  is  hers  still — not  the  Huns. 


354  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Renowned  and  Blest  her  foes  acclaim 
Poor  martyred  Joan,  whose  torch  aflame 
Set  free  the  spirit  from  the  clay 
To  lead  their  sons,  in  France,  today! 

The  spirits  spoke  to  Joan,  who  heard, — 
Obeying  each  command,  and  word. 
Though  Nations  all  proclaim  her  Blest, 
Has  any  honored  spirit-test? 

Such  miracles  must  spirits  work 
No  righteous  man  their  claims  can  skirk. 
Performed  have  I  the  first  for  you : 
My  name  spells  still  what  I  can  do. 

But  give  an  ear  as  now  I  speak 

And  be  as  gentle,  pure  and  meek, 

As  one  who  hears  and  writes  each  line 

Thrown  from  the  heart  which  still  is  mine. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
May  3rd,  1918. 


SOULS 

When  souls  arrive  in  high  estate 

Who  come  out  hence  leaving  their  breath  , 

The  first  anxiety  they  feel 

Is  for  their  own  who  mourn  their  "death." 

Then,  when  we  move  and  see  ourselves 
No  greater  than  the  souls  we  own, 
And,  from  the  sacred  sheaf  of  years 
The  miseries  we  have  brought  Home. 

We  see  the  great  Creator's  plan 
Which  shuts  us  out  with  crime  and  sin 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  355 

Until  the  past  we  have  atoned, 
And  we  are  fit  to  enter  in. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
May  18th,  1918. 

THE  STAR  IN  THE  EAST 

The  eastern  sky  heralds  The  King 
Whose  Star  leads  shepherds  on 
To  look  for  Him  Who  came  to  save 
The  world  at  His  day's  dawn. 

Today  men  look  but  do  not  see 
The  Star  right  overhead: 
They  lay  their  own  dear  ones  away, 
And  think  of  them  as  "dead." 

When  One  Who  rose  to  show  the  world 
At  last  there  is  no  death, 
But  as  His  Star  their  souls  should  live, 
Though  His  plan  banished  breath. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Xote:  I  was  commanded  to  sign  this  for  the  Chapter  (Masonic) 
of  "The  Eastern  Star,"  since  I  could  not  explain  to  them 
its  source. — S.  S. 
N.  Y.  C.,  May  17th,  1918. 

GOD'S  LOVE 

Peace-of-the-world,  and  Light,  and  Love, — 

Look  on  Thy  troubled  world! 

Who  knowest  all  its  wounds,  and  woes, 

And  warrior's  flags  unfurled! 

Sweep  through  the  skies  in  majesty 

As  Jesus  rose  on  high, 


356  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

And  bring  the  world  God's  love  again 

From  His  immortal  sky! 

Cement  the  Nations  of  Thy  world 

In  love  and  brotherhood 

With  Thine  own  blood,  which  for  them  shed, 

Can  make,  and  keep  them,  good. 

Place  Thine  own  finger  on  Time's  dial 

And  point  "Thou  shalt  not  kill." 

And  save  Thy  children  from  themselves, — 

Their  hearts  with  Thy  love  fill. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ONE  WITH  THEE 

Divided  'gainst  themselves,  O  Lord, 
Thy  people  bleed  and  fall. 
And  still  Thy  Son  Thou  gavest  them 
To  save  and  bless  them  all. 
Upon  the  sands  are  builded,  Lord, 
Poor  lives  of  wretchedness; 
Until  the  lands  are  soaked  with  blood, 
And  all  suffer  distress. 
Upon  the  rock  of  Thy  love,  Lord, 
We  thrust  this  divine  plea: 
O  save,  oh  save  Thy  people,  Lord, 
~  And  make  all  one  with  Thee. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  LIFE-LINE 

O  that  men  might  find  some  better  way  to  reach  Eternal  life 

than  through  the  war  today. 

That  they  might  rise  above  their  petty  wrongs  and  see  that 
on  the  heights  they'll  find  a  peaceful  Calvary. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  357 

O  that  the  world  which  grieves  and  weeps  all  sad,  lost,  shat 
tered,  flayed. 

Might  see  themselves  beyond  the  Gate,  where  no  war  game  is 
played, 

Or  never  there  shall  men  tear  one  another  as  beasts  in  anger  do, 

But  in  proportion  shall  men  find  a  brother  as  they  HAVE 
BEEN  A  BROTHER,  staunch  and  true. 

No  God  has  chosen  out  such  slaughter,  know  ye;  nor  is  the 
Divine  mind  of  this  intent; 

But  human  beings  on  to  murderous  ends  are  driven,  or  in 
citing  murder-bent, 

Dissatisfied  with  God's  be'stowed  blessings,  disgruntled  by  a 
neighbor's  larger  share, 

Men  fight  this  war,  bring  on  themselves  God's  cursings, 

And  find  themselves  in  spirit  stripped  and  bare. 

There  wish  they  that  their  plans  had  not  miscarried : 

There  seek  they  only  what  He  gives  to  own : 

Where  looking  for  their  "bread  cast  on  the  waters," 

They  find  it  sunken,— lost,— it  was  a  stone! 

But  how  to  wake  these  mortals  from  their  dreaming, 
Or  how  to  reach  them  through  this  soul  of  mine, 
Keeps  her  who  writes  these  lines,  and  Shakespeare,  busy, 
While  planning  to  throw  out  a  strong  life-line. 

O  seize  the  chance  and  grasp  at  it,  my  brothers. 

0  hold  it  fast,  and  touch  the  spirit-shore; 

For  when  the  war  is  done,  and  men  have  vanished, 
The  world  will  look  to  spirit  evermore. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
June  1st,  1917.    N.  Y.  C. 

RECONSECRATTON 

1  look  upon  Thy  wondrous  works,  I  gaze  upon  Thy  skies ; 
To  every  wonder  of  Thy  world  my  grateful  heart  Replies. 


358  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

I  see  Thee  in  each  crested  wave,  each  flower  and  bird  and  tree, 
And  all  my  heart  in  gratitude  goes  out  to  Thee, — to  Thee. 

I  find,  within,  Thy  tenderness ;  I  know  Thee  in  my  heart : 
To  wake  and  find  Thee  everywhere,  of  all  Thy  life  a  part, 
To  hear  Thy  voice  through  silences  when  bitter  tears  would 

start, 
Is  but  to  welcome  Thee  within,  and  know  Thee  as  Thou  art. 

I  lay  me  down  in  confidence,  knowing  Thy  balm  of  rest; 
And  everything  Thou  sendest  me,  whatever  it  be,  is  best. 
Thy  wing  overshadows  my  content ;  Thy  love  's  Infinity ; 
Thy  wisdom  is  all  wisdom,  Lord :  I  give  my  life  to  Thee. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  YANKEE'S  PRAYER 

Over  all  there  is  a  God 

Who  sees  and  knows  and  plans. 

The  armies  of  the  world  are  His; 

Their  souls  are  in  His  hands. 

My  soul  is  one.     But  every  Hun, 

(A  soul  of  His  as  well) 

Shall  meet,  and  answer  to,  this  God, 

Or  find  his  soul  in  hell. 

Forgive  me,  then,  Almighty  God, 

When  my  soul  is  set  free — 

If  I  must  kill  my  brotherman 

For  this  world's  liberty. 

I'll  do  my  duty  like  a  man; 

As  every  soldier  must — 

Then,  as  we  say  in  the  U.  S.  A.: 

"In  God  We  Trust." 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  359 

Past  mortal  trials,  mistakes,  and  earthly  woes, 

Forth  to  the  Judge  at  last  each  one  goes, 

Where  naught  of  tears  or  pleading  can  repay 

For  privileges  of  life  lost,  flung  away. 

Where  Justice  is,  there,  every  act  is  known, 

Writ  on  thin  air,  enduring  as  of  stone. 

Seen  of  all  eyes,  known  by  what  you  are, 

Marked  as  with  brand  through  Time,  and  near  or  far, 

What  would  men  give  there  to  be  called  His  own, 

Where  mortals  wend  and  stand,  at  last,  alone. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


SOMETIME 

Sometime,  somewhere,  beyond  the  earth  of  men, 
You  will  come  into  all  your  own  again; 
And  there,  where  you  can  travel  on  apace, 
You'll  search  the  heavens  through  for  one  dear  face. 

Sometime,  somewhere — you'll  learn  what  you  have  been, 
When  to  the  soul  attached  of  one  unseen 
You  wrote  his  words  and  thought  his  thoughts  for  him 
Who  passed  long  years  agone — over  the  rim. 

Somewhere,  sometime,  when  I  shall  be  with  you, 
And  take  delight  in  conning  o'er  this,  too, 
We'll  laugh  at  all  the  petty  plays  we  made, 
And  petty  rhymes  like  these,  I  am  afraid, 

Writ  by  a  bard,  immortal  Shakespeare's  name, 
Who  for  his  soul's  enlightenment  here  came, 
And  took  up  house,  and  housekeeping  with  thee, 
Who  art  and  shalt  be,  all  the  world  to  me. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  8.) 


360  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

FLOOD-TIDE 

O  take  away  from  earth's  poor  fretful  day 

The  love  of  gold,— for  all  'twill  bring  or  pay. 

Open  men's  minds  to  treasures  not  of  earth: 

O  let  men  live  and  plan  for  Thy  eternal  birth 

Where  souls  awake,  mourn  chances  slipped  away 

While  on  the  earth  they  played  at  chance,  losing  eternal  day 

O  help  men  see  Thy  cross  upon  the  sky 

Which  spilled  Thy  blood  and  tears  as  Thou  didst  die 

To  save  men  from  themselves,  from  sinner's  sin. 

O  open  wide  the  gates,  and  let  the  flood-tide  in ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FATE? 

When  you  reach  out  your  empty  pleading  hand 

A  new  arrival  in  the  spirit-land, 

And  find  no  one  to  help  or  guide  or  bless, 

But  lone  and  anguished  are  in  sore  distress, 

What  would  you  give  to  be  once  more  of  earth, 

To  have  but  one  chance  more  before  your  spirit-birth? 

Oh  pause,  and  think ;  repent  of  evil  ways, 
And  pray  God  to  forgive  your  wasted  days 
Which,  privileged  to  live  you  courted  death  in  all, 
When  dying  meant  no  death   (to  you)   except  a  pall! 
For  you  were  dead  all  time  upon  the  earth; 
But  where  you  cannot  "die"  there  is  a  dearth 
More  fatal  than  impoverishment  of  gold : 
Your  empty  life  and  soul;  your  hand  not  one  shall  hold. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

When  you  shall  find  no  path  where  you  may  trod 
Which  can  give  forth  a  single  pulse  of  joy, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  361 

And  you  shall  wait,  as  I,  on  some  poor  soul 
Who  fights  as  you  once  fought  when  as  a  boy 
Another  worried  you  with  taunts  or  tricks, 
And  to  be  rid  of  him  you  cursed  and  tore 
To  shreds  all  he  had  ever  given  you, 
And  lost  all  thought  of  what  he'd  been  of  yore,— 
Then  will  you  know  how  valueless  the  friend 
Whose  friendship  cannot  last  until  the  end. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

When  gentle  Shakespeare  came  to  me, 
To  help  me,  lift  me,  comforting,— 
I  was  so  glad  my  heart  leaped  up, 
And  many  a  pean  did  I  sing. 
But  when  I  find  no  gentleness,* 
But  only  hard  names  called  to  me, 
I  think  of  all  I  might  have  thought, 
Instead  of  what  has  come  to  be. 
And  oh  I  wish  that  in  the  way 
Where  God  imparts  to  all  their  due, 
That  He  would  come  and  take  you  there 
Where  His  own  service  you  might  do. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

*  Reading  the  medium's  mind. 

June  3rd,  '17. 


I  am  "sweet  Shakespeare"  still— (if  such  I  were  acclaimed) 
Demanding  her  I  love  by  Shakespeare  shall  be  named 
THE  SOUL  OF  GENEROSITY;  its  heart  is  her  own  heart; 
Wherefore  I  speak  my  praise— recording  this  in  part. 
There's  music  in  the  spheres  vibrating  through  all  time; 
Here  let  me  then  acclaim  this  one  who  writes  my  rhyme 


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Shall  to  the  stars  attune  make  music  by  her  love 
That  shall  outlast  e'en  Time. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  6th,  '18. 

Joy  in  the  present ;  Look  not  forward  to  the  future ; 
Forget  the  past. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Lincoln's  Birthday,  Feb.  12th,  '17. 

W.  S.'s  Favorite  Song  sang  in  the  days  when  he  was  on  earth : 
(as  recalled  by  W.  S.  In  spirit.) 

"Oh,  when  will  ye  sinners  come  Home? 
For  the  night's  coming  on  and  ye  roam. 
The  door's  open  wide, 
Why  tarry  outside. 
Oh,  when  will  ye  sinners  come  Home?" 

ETERNAL  GOD  from  whom  I  came,  to  Whom  I  go  when  from 

this  sphere 
My  last  poor  mortal  task  complete,  I  wing  my  way  away  from 

here, 
Oh  take  me,  then,  to  Thine  own  breast,  and  let  me  evermore 

be  Thine, 

Where  only  Thou  canst  give  the  rest  that  is  of  Thee,  Divine. 
While  I  must  tarry  on,  and  weep,  bemoaning  war,  and  war 
fare's  crime, 
Help  me  to  see  behind  earth's  woe,  and  back  of  all,  Thy  plan 

sublime. 
Help  me  to  work,  to  wait  on  Thee,  Who  knowest  all  men  can't 

surmise ; 
And  must  I  suffer  with  the  rest,  help  me  to  see  Thy  plans 

are  wise. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  363 

When  from  the  world  I  must  be  called,  away  to  serve  but  Thee, 

and  pay, 
O  help  me  in  the  dark  to  find  some  ray  of  Light  to  light  my  way. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
May  27th,  '17.    N.  Y.  C. 

O  TO  BE  ONE 

O  to  be  one  with  the  Infinite  God: 

In  mind,  heart  and  soul  to  be  good. 

Untempted  by  aught  that  the  conscience  would  sway. 

If  only  by  Him  understood. 

O  to  be  near,  and  nearer  each  day; 

To  feel  the  firm  clasp  of  His  hand. 

Uncaring  for  aught  that  would  lead  us  astray, 

But  to  stand  with  His  own  where  they  stand. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Feb.  25th,  '17. 

HOLY  WEATH 

If  we  could  see  the  way  to  take 
When  first  we  set  out  on  love's  path, 
We  should  escape  full  many  woes, 
And  much  of  Cupid's  wrath. 
If  we  could  see  the  flowerless  end 
Where  never  primrose  strews  the  way, 
How  differently  all  men  would  choose, — 
How  changed  would  be  life's  closing  day. 
No  perfume  in  life's  flowerless  night 
Can  make  up  for  its  wasted  day : 
No  love-god  can  restore  the  loss, 
Nor  renew  life  you  flung  away. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

March  24th,  '17. 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

DAYBREAK 

Across  the  hills  and  plains  and  seas, 

O'er   mountain,   fen,    and    wold, 

The  rising  Son  of  Peace  appears, 

To  renew  all  the  old. 

Upon  the  heights  of  ages  past, 

Where  once  He  rose  to  God, 

The  same  Christ  comes  again  to  men, 

And  resurrects  the  sod. 

Where  slain  of  battle's  victims  lie, 

There  new  hopes  shall  arise, 

To  prove  to  men  the  God  of  earth 

Is  Christ;  in  God's  own  skies. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

When  wars  have  done  and  men  go  home 
To  find  no  home,  nor  kith  nor  kin, 
But  devastation  everywhere, 
And  everywhere  harvests  of  sin, — 
What  will  they  do, — what  can  be  done, — 
In  all  their  lives  to  mend  such  woe? 
When  fathers,  sons,  are  slain  and  gone, 
What  will  the  gentle  sex  then  do. 
When  cries  oppress  their  tender  breasts, 
On  no  strong  men  can  they  rely, 
Will  they  not  wish  the  fiendish  war 
Had  razed  them,  too,  that  they  might  die? 
When  babes  no  more  suck  at  their  paps, 
When  desolation  grieves  them  sore, 
Can  they  look  up  and  find  a  love 
Which  would  console  them  evermore? 
When  crosses  rest  upon  the  graves 
Within  whose  clods  their  dear  ones  lie, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  365 

Must  women  bear  crosses  unseen; 
To  better  lands,  their  love  must  die. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WORKS  OR  DEEDS 

When  days  are  done  and  man  has  gone  to  his  earned  rest 

beyond 

And  he  must  leave  his  best  beloved,  however  true  or  fond, 
And  take  his  place  with  lost  or  blest  as  his  life  doth  acclaim, 

Arriving  with  full-many  a  gift,  or  naught,  when  called  his 

name, 

— Oh,  will  he  wish  his  earth  time  spent  in  sharing  others  needs, 
And  feel  the  woes  his  brothers  felt,  when,  like  theirs,  his  heart 

bleeds. 

— Oh,  will  he  mourn  his  empty  hands  uplifted  to  the  King 
Who  treasures  lives  as  works  or  deeds,  Who  knoweth  every 
thing. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  30,  '17. 


REPENTANCE 

The  chance  of  giving  all  for  Him,  and  leaving  nought  behind : 
This  is  the  path  where  Jesus  walked.     His  footsteps  all  may 
find. 

The  thorny  way,  unstrewn  with  flowers ;  the  cup  of  bitter  dregs ; 
He  councils  men  to  follow  Him :  repentance,  Jesus  begs. 

Oh  take  the  chance  while  yet  ye  may, — while  ye  can  seek  and 

find: 

Forgiveness  waits  remorse's  tears;  for  God  is  just,  and  kind. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


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WHO  WILL  CARE? 

Who  is  to  care  when  from  this  earth  you  fare, 
Taking  but  that  you  loved,  and  earned  while  there? 
Who  is  to  take  your  poor,  impoverished  hand, 
And  help  you  find  the  way  in  spirit-land? 
Who  then  shall  fare  along  your  road  of  care 
Brought  from  the  earth,— this  is  your  "golden-stair !" 
Here  where  the  spirit  has  but  what  it  gave 
To  the  living  God  before  its  earthly  grave 
Took  the  last  chance  its  living  soul  to  save, 
It  may  find  its  "mansion"  but  a  rolling  wave. 
Where  is  the  heaven  unthought  of  while  men  worked 
For  the  poor  gold  of  earth,  evading  God,  they  shirked 

Duties  which  called  forth  from  their  souls  within, 
Preferring  sinners,  and  their  life  of  sin. 
Here  is  one  speaking  from  that  land  to  You, 
One  who  would  help  to  save  and  succour  too 
From  landing  on  a  shore  of  barren  waste 
Where  souls  must  quarter  first  each  earthy  taste. 
Before  they  pass  to  lands  where  God  is  light 
All  earth's  must  serve  their  time  in  sinner's  night. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
March  3rd,  '17. 

FOLLOWING 

. 

Until  worn  toilers  here  can  pray, 
Until  the  rights  of  labor  win, 
WLat  cnn  the  g;>od  say  here  of  Christ, 
Who  came  to  save  from  sin? 
How  have  the  rich  then  followed  Him, 
When  weary  workers  scarcely  pray 
Because  they  find  no  brotherlove, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  367 

\ 

No  Christ  on  earth  today? 
When  those  who  toil  find  Him  in  thee, 
The  Christian's  thought  for  brotherman, 
No  need  to  fight  for  justice  then, 
What  men  had  failed  to  do,  He  can. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

HOPE   (Song) 

Wait  'till  the  morning  afiush  in  the  sky 

Encircles  the  earth  with  its  roseate  hue,— 

Wait  'till  the  dawning  of  love  that  shall  bring 

Hope,  new-born,  unto  you. 

Wait  'till  the  shadows  are  chased  away, 

By  the  light  in  a  lover's  fond  eyes, — 

The  dawn  of  a  new-day  shall  break,  then,  for  you : 

In  his  arms  you  will  find  Paradise. 

W.  S.  In  spirit    (Through   S.S.) 

O  WHAT  WOULD   YOU   GIVE? 

O  what  would  I  give  were  the  world  still  my  own, 

With  no  fetters  to  bind  or  enslave. 

O  what  would  I  do  were  my  life  but  begun, 

And  my  dust  not  in  Stratford's  old  grave. 

O  what  would  YOU  give  when  you  leave  behind 

The  beautiful  temple  God  gave, 

And  become  but  a  wraith  of  light  or  a  shade 

As  you  live  with  the  part  God  would  save. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
March  llth,  '17. 

Added : 

O  what  would  you  give  when  you  answer  the  call, 
To  return  and  begin  life  anew. 


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O  what  can  you  do  if  your  God  rejects  you, 
When  you  "die"  and  are  still  alive,  too. 

W.  S.  In  spirit. 
Note:  This  is  to  prove  W.  S.  is  W.  S.  (W.  S.  In  spirit.) 

Take  from  my  heart  every  malice  and  stain ; 
Give  to  my  soul  spirit-help,  spirit-gain: 
Then  take  to  Thyself  all  my  woes  and  my  pain, 
And  send  me  not  forth  here  to  wander  again. 

Take  from  my  life  every  ungodly  lust; 
Give  to  nay  soul  replenished  Thy  trust, — 
Then  take  what  Thou  will,  but  still  love  Thee  I  must, 
And  treasures  I'll  own,  with  no  "moth,"  and  no  "rust." 
W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

LET  US  NOT  DESPAIR,  GOD  IS  EVERYWHERE, 

And  the  world  is  right,  and  His. 

Let  us  share  the  care,  and  the  burdens  bear; 

For  a  blessing  life  truly  is. 

Let  us  joy  today,  let  us  put  away 

The  fears  we  have  claimed  our  own, 

And  rejoice  tomorrow, — nor  own  nor  borrow, 

The  trouble  we  never  have  known. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"UNHEALTHY  OPTIMISM" 

(A  criticism  of  Stevenson,  by  ,  Poet  and  Novelist) 

To  live  with  hope  agleam  within  the  breast, 

(That  breast  wracked  by  its  torturing,  fatal  pain) 

And  give  out  from  it  such  a  light, 

That  through  earth's  dark  lost  men  shall  find  the  way  again, — 

No  tinge  of  pain's  malicious,  doubting  shafts 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  369 

Caused  he,  nor  took  from  hearts  the  thing  he  could  not  give, — 

But  in  each  heart  he  left  abloom  hope's  flower, 

To  bless  and  cheer  the  earth  and  all  that  live. 

A  poet  with  a  mortal-pain,  and  twinge, 

No  pessimistic  words  sent  forth  to  blight; 

But  of  the  Great  Light  overshadowing  him, 

Reflected  God  to  help  men  bear  their  night. 

O  poet  of  good-cheer,  I  love  thee  well, 

Who  write  to  tell  how  often  you  help  me: 

Who  sang  and  wrote  your  God  into  your  works, 

That  worms,  like  I,  might  crawl  on  cheerfully. 

Written  by  W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.)  for  S.  S. 
who  is  pained  by  this  unhealthy  criticism. 

"THE  STINGY  RECEIVER" 

To  him  who  hath  abundant  in  this  world, 
Receiving  all  good  God  hath  given  him, 
Hoarding  within  no  gratitude  or  love, 
With  selfishness  filled  full,  and  o'er  the  brim, — 
To  him  whom  God  hath  cherished  his  full  time, 
Bestowing  on  him  boundless  gifts,  and  more, 
Yet  dullard  in  his  wit  and  common  sense, 
Like  some  poor  miser  counting  up  his  store, 
Adding  each  day  some  treasured  golden  bit, 
With  glutton's  sense  of  gain's  unslaked  thirst, 
Stingy  in  all  things  of  the  heart  and  mind, 
SUCH  a  receiver,  Oh,  he  is  accursed. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FOESOF-WAR 

Do  all  who  carry  guns  and  fight 
Battle  with  hatred  to  the  death, 
Defying  all  God's  laws  to  men, 


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Taking  their  souls,  their  lives,  their  breath, 
Or  do  they  fight  to  wound,  not  slay — 
To  press  the  soldiers  from  their  lands — 
To  save  their  homes,  by  sacred  rights, 
From  falling  into  alien  hands? 

Do  men  who  fight  war's  battles  grim, 
Carry  within  the  murderer's  heart? 
Do  not  they  see  their  own  firesides 
Protected,  as  they  do  their  part? 
When  soldiers  wake  before  their  God, 
Encompassed  round  with  warrior  foes> 
With  thoughts  bound  to  the  only  King, 

Each  soul  henceforth  serves,  loves,  or  knows. 
O  what  will  matter  foes  without, 
When  foes  within  is  all  that  counts, — 
The  foes  that  living  life  had  brought 
To  shackle  him, — 'tis  this  amounts 
To  more  than  armies  lost  or  slain. 
While  pleading  for  these  foes-of-war, 
He  begs  God  to  accept  his  pain. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  STRIFE 

When  good  men  say  that  the  strife  is  o'er, 

And  the  battles  fought,  and  the  victory  won, 

As  they  lay  away  some  great,  good  man 

Whose  life  on  the  earth  is  done, 

They  little  think  it  is  just  begun, 

No  matter  how  good  or  great  was  he, 

Who  answers  now  to  his  God  on  high 

For  every  fault,  or  disloyalty, 

Where  the  best  must  halt,  and  in  darkness  wait, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  371 

Until  One  Who  knows  how  each  mortal  lives, 

Sees  the  repentance  worked  in  them, 

And  the  spirit  rebukes,  or  forgives. 

How  must  these  strive,  how  must  they  pray, 

To  earn  the  right  to  go  on  their  way. 

The  best  at  strife  with  the  worst  of  them, 

Where  all  is  known  on  the  Judgement  Day. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


KINGS  AND  KINGDOMS 

In  all  the  kingdoms  of  the  world  where  man  -has  his  estate, 
There  is  a  wrenching  of  the  heart,  a  piteous  lowly  state 
In  which  a  man  must  separate  from  all  he  loves  and  fight 
The  battles  of  his  country,  for  freedom,  justice,  right. 
But  in  the  Kingdom  of  The  King,  where  man  has  no  estate, 
And  he  must  forage  for  himself,  tho'  it  be  early,  late, 
When  last  he  finds  no  chain  that  binds,  no  fetters  but  those 

he  made 
The  while  he  made  his  character,  which  lives,  though  low  he's 

laid. 
When  in  this  Kingdom  then  he  finds  himself,  just  as  lie's 

been, — 

With  every  mark  unvanishing,  each  separate  brand  of  sin, 
He  wishes  for  some  hiding  place,  unseeing  as  unseen, 
That  none  shall  see  him  as  he  is,  or  know  what  he  has  been. 
There  is  no  place  where  he  may  go,  to  hide  him  evermore — 
Ala's,  no  palaces  await  this  guest,  or  open  wide  a  door. 
No  king,  no  queen,  no  court,  no  fame,  brought  he  to  help  him  on 
Where  what  he  was  is  what  he  is  when  heavens  for  him  dawn. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


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THE  BALANCE  TRUE 

In  the  world  beyond  where  no  war  afflicts, 

But  the  soul's  unceasing  war  torments  and  chides, 

There  is  a  stream  of  warriors  bold  and  brave, 

Arriving  without  its  bivouac-welcoming, 

Where  fighting  men  have  but  a  murderer's  chance, 

When  all  is  left  on  earth,  even  their  lance. 

In  droves  of  millions,  with  no  captains  here; 
No  order  whereby  some  stand  forth  as  great, 
Unless  ;these  were  the  soldiers  of  the  Lord 
Forced  into  conflict  by  their  country's  laws, 
And  made  to  slay  their  brothers  of  the  sod; 
These,  these  alone,  are  welcome  with  their  God. 

"Thou  Shalt  Not  Kill,"  is  written  in  His  Law : 
And,  "Thou  Shalt  Love  Thy  Neighbor  As  Thyself." 
Where  no  evasion  counts,  or  has  effect, 
The  Judge  will  weigh  there  in  the  balance  true. 
Where  naught  but  Love's  obedient  shall  mount. 
There,  must  the  murderer  re-reckon  his  account. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  WANDERER 

When  far  afield  the  wanderer  halts  and  views  the  way  he  trod, 
He  sees  it  was  the  other  path  which  would  have  led  to  God. 
Too  late  he  knows  he  started  wrong ;  too  late  to  turn  aside : 
He  can't  go  back ;  he  must  go  on ;  apart  the  paths  are,  wide. 
He  halts,  he  weeps ;  perhaps  he  prays ;  within  he  hears  a  call : 
A  message  sent  but  of  the  Lord  Who  gave  His  life  for  all. 
"Behold  My  footprints  in  the  Way;  choose  thou  this  Way  to 

take, 

Nor  turn  aside,  but  press  on  thou,  and  pray  'for  Jesus'  sake.' " 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  373 

OH— OH— OH ! 

Oh  for  the  power  to  move  men's  souls,  to  wake  them  to  be  good. 
To  tell  them  all  I  must  suffer  here,  for  I  lived  not  as  I  should. 
Oh  for  the  tongues  of  a  thousand  men,  to  speak  my  Maker's 

praise, 
That  these  in  turn  find  a  thousand  minds  for  God  through 

their  earthly  days. 

Oh  for  the  gift  that  a  God  could  give  to  lift  me  from  this  earth, 
To  a  place  beyond  the  crimes  of  war  and  sin,  to  a  saintly  birth. 
Oh  that  the  words  I  write  through  HER  who  writes  these 

words  for  me 

Could  be  hurled  wide-spread  through  a  wakened  world, 
To  cause  men  to  think  and  see. 

Oh  that  the  world  with  its  lust  for  power,  and  ease,  and  luxury, 
Could  know  as  the  spirit  who  writes  these  lines, 
Their  utter  buffoonery! 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

A  LASTING  GOOD 

What  shall  peace  mean  if  an  enlightened  world 
Hears  from  their  own  in  the  near  spiritland, 
That  life  is  but  a  moment  of  God's  time — 
And  each  may  reach  and  touch  a  spirit  hand. 

What  shall  it  mean  when  earth  knows  all  the  facts 

Of  mere  transition, — all  I  know  who  write, — 

Will  they  invite  their  own  to  sup  with  them, 

And  ere  they  slumber,  speak  the  words,  "Good-night"? 

To  those  they  see  are  there,  but  cannot  hear, 
Or  those  they  hear,  perhaps,  but  cannot  see? 
Will  spirit,  then,  a  new- world  recreate; 
"Thy  Kingdom  Come,"  at  last  may  come  to  be. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


374  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

ALL 

If  from  Divinity  all  gifts  bestowed  the  sons  of  men,  their 
erring,  mortal  selves, 

Out  of  what  rare  perfection  must  it  root,  into  what  rare  per 
fection,  then,  it  delves. 

If  from  the  Source  invisible  and  high  come  joys  and  bliss,  and 
love  ineffible, 

And  trusting  mortals  drew  exhaustless  store  from  that  Sup 
ply,  all  inexhaustible, 

Expressed  in  daily  lives  this  love  Supreme,  which  mankind 
was  here  bidden  one  another, 

How  vain  earth's  monarch's  schemes-of-hate,  or  war's  infringe 
ment,  brother  against  brother! 

If  lovers  were  with  God's  love  here  content,  and  souls  content 

to  love  God  and  no  other, 
How  soon  must  God  leave  His  own  firmament,  to  live  with 

man  reflecting  Him,  the  Lover. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


FORTUNE 

0  world  of  luxury  and  pomp,  I  look  down  on  you  now  today, 
Regarding  all  you  held  for  me  when  as  a  man  of  earth's  high 

state 

1  only  saw  poor  puppets  play,  nor  dreamed  of  aught  apast 

God's  Gate, 
Or  I  should  owe  and  could  not  pay. 

Now  puppets  make  me  play  for  them ;  now  all  I  have  is  poor 

indeed ; 

The  very  best  I  own  is  this :  I  still  must  supplicate  and  plead. 
Still  must  I  love,  and  unforgiven,  remain  between  this  world 

and  heaven, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  375 

Where  God  allots  a  devil's  place  for  all  who  failed  to  win  the 

race. 
Here  then,  am  I,  to  plead  and  pray,  until  I  earn  the  heavenly 

Way. 

W.  S.  In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

Go  then,  be  wise,  and  mend  thy  earthly  way : 
Heed  not  the  world,  or  what  it  has  to  say: 
Give  all  to  God,  your  heart,  your  soul,  your  mind ; 
Keep  nothing  back,  and,  seeking,  ye  shall  find. 
Then,  as  you  fare,  and  bear  an  earthly  cross, 
Count  naught  as  lost,  whatever  be  thy  loss. 
When  thou  shalt  stand  at  last  when  all  is  done, 
Saved  by  the  God  you  loved,  His  Blessed  Son, 
What  shall  you  miss,  of  what  the  world  could  give : 
Living  forevermore,  in  Christ,  you  live. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

AN  AKMY  OF  FOES  AT  HAND 

There's  a  lilting  haunting  quatrain   runs  through  my  mind 

today, 

The  worst  of  this  is  what  a  quatrain  is;  I  cannot  say. 
But  anyhow  the  same  old  saw  applies,  I  must  confess, 
"You're  better  off  without  the  things  that  curse  you  while 

they  bless." 

I've  come  to,  know  the  meaning  of  the  curse  that  will  not  die, — 
I've  come  to  see  sterility  in  these,  and  pass  them  by. 
I've  come  to  find  true  happiness  is  only  to  be  found 
By  those  who  worship  first,  then  work,  and  keep  in  hallowed 

ground. 
The  wretchedness  which  mortals  know  while  seeking  but  for 

bliss, 


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Is  bound  and  wound  around  them  when  they  go  hence  from 

this, 

A  world  of  light  and  promise,  and  a  world  of  richest  lore, 
If  only  they  were  satisfied  with  what  God  gave  in  store, 

Nor  tried  their  own  re-making  hands  at  bettering  His  laws, 
And  spinning  for  themselves  a  web,   against  His  Law  and 

cause. 

When  men  will  take  their  armies  they  find  within  themselves, 
The  foes  of  God's  own  Justice,  which  in  His  Kingdom  delves 
Usurping,  and  o'erriding  all,  injustices  their  plea, — 
Then  battles  would  begin  AT  HOME,  and  not  across  the  sea. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


THE  INVISIBLE  FOE 

"Freedom!    Freedom!"  the  Boys  are  crying: 

"We  fight  for  Liberty!" 

Proclaiming  this,  they  little  know 

That  foes  within  them  be. 

They  fight  to  free  these  foes  from  life, 

As  "death"  will  set  them  free; 

And  yet  the  one  who  lays  down  life, 

He  must  heroic  be. 

But  'tis  within  the  fight  is  won 

At  last  "death"  sets  them  free: 

To  boast  a  hero's  cause  he'll  not, 

When  he  has  liberty; 

And  gentleness,  which  is  of  God, 

Shows  him  what  was  within 

The  while  he  boasted  freedom's  cause, 

To  murder  was  a  sin. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  377 

MARITAL  MISERIES 

When  men  go  forth  and  battle  for  their  own, 

And  meet  the  wolves  and  foxes  of  the  land 

Who  wait  to  snatch  their  souls,  their  very  souls, 

While  garbed  as  friends,  are  of  the  traitor  brand,— 

They  leave  behind  their  own  who  sit  and  wait 

And  teem  all  anxiously  through  lonely  hours, 

Imagining  temptation's  lurid  sin, 

Enticing  with  its  kind  where  folly  cowers 

The  love  that  was,  and  always  should  have  been, 

Had  nature  been  so  kind  as  to  have  given 

A  life  of  ease  whereby  a  man  could  know, 

The  while  he  was  on  earth,  a  little  heaven. 

I  pause  in  wonderment  knowing  the  faithful 

Along  life's  path  of  loneliness  and  tears. 

Knowing  full  well  where  lie  earth's  dearest  treasures, 

Could  men  but  know  them  through  their  earthly  years. 

Oh  woman  of  the  silent  grief  who  bears 

Her  sorrows  as  a  faithful  woman  can, 

What  have  ye  not  withstood,  and  suffered, 

For  the  perfidy  and  deceit  of  man. 

The  world  will  wake  in  some  far-off  tomorrow, 
And  know  its  jewels  fit  to  crown  the  king, 
While  they  alone  make  up  the  anvil  chorus, 
Where  with  His  angels  are  they  fit  to  sing. 
The  lost  and  lonely  souls  of  His  perdition, 
Who  found  no  plan  to  save  themselves  from  sin, 
Look  to  the  ones  they  knew  on  earth  forgiving, 
And  vainly  wish  that  they  might  be  let  in. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
June  7th,  '17.    N.  Y.  C. 


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Make  me  a  place,  O  God,  where  I  can  go 
When  last  my  love  I  must  desert. 
For  her  more  noble  fields  will  shut  out  me, 
Who  never  more  Thy  holy  place  may  see. 
Make  me  some  place,  O  God,  to  save  my  soul, 
Which  yearns  to  be  again  a  man  made  whole, 
And  take  me  where  of  Thine  I  shall  be  one : 
Forgive  her  here  who  writes  for  this  lost  son. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WAKE,  O  MY  SOUL,  and  take  thy  flight 

Back  through  the  pressing  throng ; 

Back  through  the  night,  past  the  black  vault 

Where  penitents  await 

The  pardon  of  His  grace, 

The  comfort  of  His  state. 

Give,  O  my  soul,  when  I  must  rise  and  go, 

Comfort  and  help  and  power  to  her  below, 

Who  on  the  earth  as  Thine  must  work  and  wait 

Until  God  summons  her  to  rise. 

E'en  soon,  or  late. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

BEGIN  AGAIN 

Forget  the  past  with  all  its  haunting  sorrows,— 
Forget  the  pain  and  pangs  of  yesterday: 
Begin  to  view  the  future  of  the  ages 
Through  which  a  soul  must  wend  its  spirit  way. 
Begin  to  think  of  all  the  Great  God  promised 
To  those  who  will  His  just  commands  obey : 
And  if  you  grasp  His  plan,  then  cleave  thou  to  it : 
Forget  the  past;  begin  anew  today. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  379 

A  LEAF 

A  leaf  from  the  thicket  I  pondered  today; 
"What  artist  could  make  this,"  I  then  hadxto  say. 
Such  marvelous  lines;  such  exquisite  skill; 
A  rapturous  worship  my  heart  seemed  to  fill. 
So  wondrously  perfect  and  dainty  its  art: 
Yet,  of  His  creation  so  little  a  part. 
I  knew  by  the  reverence,  all  love  I  must  own, 
Such  beauty  was  made  by  a  Good-God  alone. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE  SETTING-SUN  (Song) 

Aflame  with  gold  and  purple  hues 

The  sun  is  sinking  low 

Into  the  west;  into  the  nest 

The  weary  birdlings  go. 

Love-of-my-life,  with  joys  complete, 

I  lay  me  down  by  thee, 

Knowing  no  strife,  but  tenderness, 

For  which  my  praises  be. 

When  from  on  high  the  radiant  sky 

Such  banners  are  unfurled, 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Note:  Unfinished,    the  door  bell  rang.    S.  S. 
Aug.  18th,  '18. 

THE  SLEEPING  WORLD 
When  mortals  lay  their  own  dear  "dead"  away, 
They  hope  they'll  sleep  'till  resurrection  day. 
Down  in  the  earth  for  worms  to  desecrate, 
They  leave  them,  then,  for  this  long  time  to  wait, 
Till  they  shall  hear  at  last  a  trumpet  call, — 
Then  shall  they  rise  and  praise  God,  one  and  all. 


380  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

But  we  who  "died"  know  better,  yea,  than  this,— 
Since  not  a  moment's  "dying"  marred  life's  bliss! 
We  stood  before  the  old  form  that  was  us? 
And  mourned  because  they  wept  and  made  a  fuss. 
We  did  not  care ;  we  did  not  even  sigh ; 
We  knew  that  we  should  meet  them  by-and-by. 
Since  then  we  know  there  are  no  sleeping  "dead" ; 
It  is  the  living  world  that  sleeps  instead ! 

W.  S.   In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

CHARITY 

(Which  "suffereth  long  and  is  kind") 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

When  mortals  grieve  and  give  their  time  to  censure 

Of  some  poor  fallen  one  along  the  way, 

They  do  not  know  that  life  is  but  a  prison, 

And  they  must  look  for  mercy,  too,  some  day. 

They  do  not  realize  the  worthless  factors 

That  trinkets  are  where  they  cannot  take  these, 

But  soulless  junk  without  a  spark  of  profit, 

Or  any  lustre  that  will  pay,  or  please. 

If  when  they  come,  their  souls  are  white  to  harvest, 

With  kindnesses  they've  sown  along  earth's  path, 

While  to  no  man  a  single  burden  added, 

Nor  spumed  upon  the  helpless  their  vile  wrath, 

This,  one  day,  may  be  much  that  they  can  carry 

Where  never  jewels  decorate  display, 

Nor  add  to  splendour  aught  that  God  discovers, — 

While  you  will  find  "kind  charity"  will  PAY. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  his  only  medium  on  earth,  who  is 
worried  over  some  old  jewels  she  cannot  take  with  her, 
and  do  not  make  her  any  better  here.  W.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  381 

IN  THY  CARE 

O  God  of  reace,  O  God  of  Love, 

Whom  all  the  saints  adore, 

Keep  dogs  of  war  and  rapiers 

From  off  our  peaceful  shore. 

O  keep  our  homes  inviolate, — 

Our  fields  from  murderer's  plans ; 

And  help  us  bear  our  burden's  share,— 

And  spare  our  fertile  lands. 

But  let  us  do  Thy  sovereign  will, 

Whatever  it  may  be, 

That  in  Thy  care  we  cannot  fare 

Afar  away  from  Thee. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

GET    IN    LINE 

The  call  "To  Arms!"  has  come  at  last,   and  we  must  sail 

across  the  sea 

To  battle  for  the  rights  of  man,  and  save  our  liberty. 
For  this  we  go,  brave  men  and  true,  to  help  you  on  the  line 
Where  you  have  bled  and  lost  your  sons,  we  send  forth  ours, 

and  mine. 

To  raze  the  world  of  "living-men"  for  rights  to  live,  be  free, 
We  send  our  all,  wish  we  had  more,  to  give  across  the  sea. 
But  when  the  last  bugle  shall  sound,  and  earth's  warfare  be 

done, 

What  vain  reward  for  him  who  died  before  his  race  was  run : 
Bare  youth,  of  manhood's  greatest  gem,  who  left  no  heir  behind, 
What  was  he  given  to  equal  this,  where  he  must  come  to  find 
No  woman's  arms,  whose  suckling  babe  was  fathered  by  his  sire, 
But  devastation  that  he  caused,  through  bloodshed,  rape,  and 

fire. 


.382  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

When  in  the  land  where  spirits  dwell,  a  man  comes  forth 

"to  arms," 
There's  nothing  left  but  what  he  brought,  to  still  his  vain 

alarms. 

He  sees  the  wreck  made  of  himself, — no  hero,  then,  is  he, 
Where  two   wrongs  never  made  one  right,   nor   single  soul 

set  free. 

He  longs  to  tell  his  countrymen,  as  I  who  speak  today, 
To  serve  his  GOD,  obey  HIS  Laws,  is  lasting  freedom's  way. 
But  he  may  not  return  as  I,  who  centuries  long  "dead," 
Have  earned  my  way  to  speak,  and  say,  by  the  Great  God 

be  led. 

And  into  war,  if  driven,  lad,  by  laws  which  long  to  free, 
Let  others  load  their  guns  and  fire,  but  thou  no  murderer  be. 
For  where  the  Law  awaits  each  soul — as  writ  enduringly, — 
Ye  cannot  HAVE  but  what  you  GIVE — and  this  must  rest 

with  thee. 

W.  S.  In  spirit    (Through   S.S.) 
May  22nd,  1917,  N.  Y.  C. 

"THOU      SHALT    NOT    COMMIT    ADULTERY" 

(The  Seventh) 
When  the  Law  was  writ  which  should  guide  men  here,  and 

be  unto  them  a  light, 
The  moral  code  was  expressed  in  words  all  plain,  and  just 

and  right. 

The  wise  ones  here  obey  this  law  which  leads  them  to  the  Light : 
The  fools  re-write,  and  adjust  them  o'er;  these  pass,  at  last, 

to  night. 

When  the  words  were  graved  on  the  tablet-stone, 
Which  came  from  God  above, 
There  was  no  distinction  of  moral  rights, 
No  bartering  words  of  Love. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

"Thou  shall  not,"  was  addressed  to  him 

Who  bears  the  yoke  with  thee: 

And  the  Justice  which  neither  winks  nor  sleeps,  but  presides 

through  Eternity, 
Beholds  him  prisoner  at  the  bar  who  has  sought  excuse,  or 

cause 

To  alter  to  fit  to  his  craven  flesh 
God's  immutible,  Divine  Laws, 
When  back  to  the  earth,  then,  he  must  come, 
To  be  chained  by  the  love  of  lust, 
Will  he  know  if  a  God  Supreme  rules  all, 
And  if  His  Laws  are  just. 

W.  S.   In   Spirit 
("Through  his  only  earthly  medium"  S.  S.) 

SAVE    THY    SOUL 

Somewhere  every  soul  in  need 

Bows  sad,  in  debt  to  God 

Throughout  the  span  of  life  He  gave 

To  each  upon  earth's  sod. 

Somewhere  the  tasks  are  waiting  You 

Who  shun  His  work  today : 

At  last  this  labor  must  be  done : 

As  all  of  His  must  pay. 

Should  you  come  hence  and  find  but  loss, 

And  nought  here  gained  but  earth, 

Know,  one  has  set  himself  the  task 

To  speak  from  spirit-birth. 

He  warns  you,  then,  rise  up  today, 

And  look  on  High  and  see 

The  past  is  loss,  and  darkness  waits 

Where  sin  and  sinners  be. 

To  save  thy  soul,  set  free  thy  sins 


384  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Which  chain  thee  to  the  ground. 
Unite  with  God's  most  holy  love,— 
With  His,  at  last,  be  bound. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"To  her  friend, ." 

May  9th,  1918. 

ESTEEM 

Some  are  so  highly  here  esteemed  in  words  of  praise  and 

honors  too, 
They  will  not  need  a  gemmed  crown,  so  swiftly  their  rewards 

accrue. 
While  others  in  their  low  estate  are  more  esteemed  on  high 

than  these, 
And  wait  to  wear  their  diadem  where  only  One  they  strive 

to  please. 
We  have  no  gifts  men   seek,   or   crave;   ours   are  no   songs 

well-paid ; 
This  is  the  flute  on  which  I  play,— this  flute  has  Shakespeare 

made. 
I  play  whom  men  call  "turned  to  dust/'— indeed  here  is  a 

shade. 

No  other  ever  played  as  I, — nor  worked  what  I  have  made. 
No  laurels  crown  my  Sarah's  brow;  her  lot  is  meagre,  poor: 
Yet  do  I  speak  her  worth  to  us  who  "died"  and  still  endure. 
May  6th,  1918,  N.  Y.  C. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FEET  NOT— THE  WORLD  WILL  SEE  THE  LIGHT 

When  such  is  given  by  His  law. 

And  blest  be  ye,  and  all  like  ye, 

Who  see  as  Jesus  saw. 

Work  on — the  world   will   welcome  all 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  385 

Who  can  the  truth  proclaim. 

Her  harvests  are  the  blind  and  deaf: 

They  come  as  Jesus  came, 

Apast  the  grave  which  holds  them  not; 

On  High  they  see  our  plan 

To  lift  the  veil  from  mortal  eyes 

To  save  each  fellowman. 

When  this  is  done,  and  each  can  see 

Their  own  who  stand  and  plead, 

Will  heaven  have  come  at  last  to  all, — 

And  armies  no  more  bleed. 

Rejoice  if  ye  have  seen  or  heard 

The  spirits,  or  have  given 

To  hopeless,  striving  seekers  here 

The  truth  about  God's  heaven. 

Some  have  no  wish  to  see  or  feel 

Their  own  who  have  passed  on, 

But  hope  to  meet  them  in  some  sky 

When  Paradise  may  dawn. 

But  I  who  write  and  spell  this  rhyme 

Have  come  to  search  for  these 

To  bring  them  manna  from  His  skies, 

From  out  the  spirit  seas. 

Help  on  the  work — for  each  may  help; 

As  all  may  give  Him  due: 

Then,  when  the  sea  is  crosst  by  thee, 

May  God  be  waiting  you. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Wake,  sleeping  dead,  and  help  the  world  rejoice. 
Speak,  heavenly  host,  and  let  men  hear  you  voice. 
World  that  will  be  after  war's  carnage  o'er, — 
World  that  will  rise  anew,  restored  to  the  core, — 


386  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Had  ye  replenished  at  the  Living  Spring, 
Songs  of  God's  wondrous  Peace  would  ye  now  sing. 
Love,  in  the  world  so  rare,  ravished,  raped  and  torn, 
Your  spirit  cries  forlorn,  yet  to  be  born. 
Thus,  with  impelling  might,  crowned  anew, 
Earth  rises  to  Thy  right :  all  must  welcome  You. 
Shouldering  thy  past  mistakes,  longing  for  God, 
Saviour  of  men  appear,  lift  from  the  sod 
Harvest  of  shell  and  hate,  crime,  murder,  lust, — 
Proclaim  Thy  Peace  at  last:  in  God  we  trust. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SHORTER  AND  SWIFTER  flows  the  outgoing  tide: 

Incoming,  will  the  ocean  here  abide? 

What  is  the  meaning  of  this  world  of  care? 

Why  are  we  here, — and  whereunto  shall  fare. 

Mortals  abound  in  spiritlands  as  here: 

All  but  their  flesh  surviving  past  the  bier. 

How  shall  I  tell  the  world  all  he, 

The  poet  Shakespeare,  ever  hoped  to  be, 

Ay,  and  full  more,  since  death  can  claim  no  share 

Of  mortal's  sins,  here  written  on  the  air. 

Give  all  their  due:  praise  every  poet  well: 

All  these  have  sung  their  songs 

To  heaven — even  from  hell. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  16th,  '18,  N.  O.,  La. 

"WHEN    ALL    SHALL    ARISE    IN    GLORY"    Isaiah. 

There  is  a  Land  where  all  men  find 
The  true  and  living  God, 
Who  folds  all  sorrows  in  His  heart, 
But  spares  no  child,  nor  rod. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  387 

When  men  take  up  their  crosses  there 

Each  day  bearing  along 

A  burden's  weight,  a  weight  of  woe, 

With  sorrows  life-time  long, 

All  see  their  past  where  all  is  known 

And  each  is  known  to  all: 

Where  all  are  sinners  all  are  one 

Since  first  Adam  did  fall. 

Along  the  road  these  sinners  trod 

Clasping  their  lives  of  sin; 

But  close  and  closer  to  their  hearts; 

Nor  God  inviting  in ; 

When  He  but  stood  without  the  Door 

Which  he  would  enter  in 

To  free  them  through  the  cross  He  bore, 

And  save  them  from  their  sin. 

W.  S.    In    Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 

THE    RISEN    LORD 
Across  the  sky  o'er  battlefields, 
Where  torn  and  wounded  lie, 
Our  Lord  appears  to  show  the  way, 
Before  the  soldiers  "die." 
At  last  the  Lord  is  risen  indeed: 
The  dying  hold  their  breath: 
Before  their  eyes  the  Saviour  stands 
To  prove  there  is  no  death. 

W.  S.    In    Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 

A    CROSS    NO    LOSS 
Our  Father's  Fathers  bore  their  guns  and  fought  the  land 

to  free; 
And  somewhere  God  will  leave,  will  spare,  Fathers  for  Liberty. 


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Where  men  have  fought  and  bled  and  died,  and  spilled  their 

ruddy  gore, 
The  lands  have  known  some  betterment,  they  had  not  known 

of  yore. 

And  fathers  will  their  children  spare,  as  fathers  still  to  be, 
Or  mothers  for  the  coming  race,  to  bear  for  liberty. 
So  let  us  not  in  haste  decry  the  loss  of  the  unborn: 
Although  the  Lord  laid  down  His  life,  the  Saviour's  world's 

unshorn. 

W.S.   In   Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 


WHENCE? 

Take  down  the  tattered  flags,  and  roll  the  dirge-beat  of  the 

drum: 

The  death  of  war  acclaim  at  last:  the  war  of  life  is  come. 
To  hold  men  in  their  fond  embrace,  to  Mother  for  them  sons, — 
This  is  the  problem  now  of  life — when  men  lay  down  their 

guns. 

For  who  is  left  to  foster  love,  or  father  sons  to-be? 

When  war  has  taken  England's  best  that  Belgium  might  be 

free. 
When  France  has  given  all  she  had,  and  wished  for  more  to 

give, 
That  her  beloved  "Marsaillaise,"  should  greet  those  still  to  live ! 

When  Italy  and  Russia,  and  poor  Roumania  too,  and  Serbia, 

and  Greek  and  Jap, 

Have  suffered  theirs  to  do  their  part  to  free  the  land  of  Huns 
Who  fall  back  shattered,  dead. 
Whence  can  the  future  fathers  come,   when   all   have  forth 

been  led 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  389 

To  fight  and  bleed  for  freedom's  cause,  that  those  who  are  to  be, 
May  never  have  to  give  their  all,  just  to  be  free — be  free! 
W.S.    In   Spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 
Apr.  25th,  '17. 

THE    SINS    OF    THE    WORLD 
When  will  the  world  be  washed  clean  of  its  sin? 
When  will  men  BE  all  that  they  might  have  been? 
O  could  they  see  themselves  but  as  they  are, 
Which  they  must  do  when  crosst  death's  harbour  bar, 
What  would  they  give  to  be  once  more  earth's  men, 
With  but  their  chance  to  serve  their  God  again. 
Saved  are  a  few  who  knew  their  God  could  save: 
Lost  are  vast  millions  who  sank  in  sin's  wave. 
What  is  the  world,  the  life-span  of  a  man, 
To  all  the  joys  of  God's  Eternal  span. 
When  all  too  late  they  stand  without  and  wait, 
O  men  of  earth,  your  poor  eternal  state. 

W.S.   In    Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 

FAR    AND    NEAR 

There  is  a  proverb  that  I  knew  of  old, 

"The  angels  hover  where  a  baby  smiles." 

There  is  more  truth  in  this  than  men 

Have  even  learned,  though  angel's  plea  beguiles 

Each  living  man  to  hearken  to  the  voices 

Which  speak  unheard  their  counsels  to  earth's  men, — 

Renew  their  faith,  and  hasten  their  redemption, 

— And  some  are  healed,  some  made  whole  again. 

We  have  no  hope  that  all  shall  hear  our  voices; 
We  know  the  dumb  of  earth  are  satisfied: 
But  when  these  come  and  go  to  help  their  loved  ones, 
Who  much  prefer  to  think  that  they  have  "died," 


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What  will  they  feel,  who  are  as  keen  as  ever, 

When  near  to  these  they  find  them  all  estranged? 

Will  they  not  mourn   who   find  themselves  all  powerless, — 

When  naught  except  their  form  by  "death"  is  changed? 

When  YOU  return  and  stand  before  a  loved  one, 
Imploring,  ay  beseaching  them  to  hear, 
Will  life  not  mean  an  endless  separation, 
When  they  keep  you  afar  who  are  so  near? 

W.  S.    In    Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 

THE   RESCUE 

Lift,  save  the  fallen,  friend  or  foe; 
Bind  the  broken, — cease  the  flow; 
Succor,  feed,  resign,  restore 
Those  who  can  have  hope  no  more. 
Where  the  rescued  find  their  own, 
None,  they  tell  me,  are  alone. 
Here,  the  hand  that  saved  you'll  bless, 
Guiding  it  in  life's  distress, 
Holding  fast  an  erring  one, 
Till,  for  him,  new-life  begun. 

W.  S.  In   Spirit    (Throug   S.  S.) 
Added: 

Can  you  pass,  leaving  behind 
One  no  other  else  may  find? 
Rescue,  then  his  shattered  life, 
From  earth's   warring,   hateful,   strife. 

W.  S. 

AWING 

Some  tell  a  tale  who  runs  may  read  of  life  beyond  the  grave 
And  given  it  is  to  few  on  earth,  to  so  warn,  help,  or  save. 
So  when  one  here  hath  suffered  so  the  spirit  is  attune 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  391 

To  take  these  wireless  messages  full  early,  late  or  soon, 
And  send  them  out  to  plodders  who  would  heavenward  awing, 
Is  it  not  well  that  some  are  strung  to  hear,  to  speak,  to  sing? 

W.  S.   In   Spirit    (Throug   S.  S.) 

FAITH 

The  minds  of  men  are  like  the  skies, 

So  various  in  hue. 

The  mind  that  comprehends  its  God 

May  not  be  given  you. 

The  wondrous  works  the  Maker  planned, 

No  mind  yet  understood; 

Yet  everyone   can   look   on   high 

And  see  his  God  is  good. 

The  trust  each  one  can  give  to  Him 

Too  great  to  understand, 

Must  likened  be  to  children's  trust 

Upon  the  vain  earthland, 

Who  follow  one  unquestioningly 

On  whom  their  lives  depend, 

Holding  the  hand  of  one  who  guides, 

Knowing  this  one  a  friend. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE    PRODIGAL    SON 
Too  long  without  the  Shepherd's  fold 
The  wanderer  had  been ; 
Too  long  without  his  father's  house, 
And  wayward,  steeped  in  sin, 
The  prodigal  retraced  his  steps, 
And  found  one  in  the  door 
With  welcome  fond,  forgiveness  true, 
Which  saved  him  evermore. 


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The  Father  waits  to  welcome  You; 

No  matter  where  you've  been : 

He  only  asks  you  to  return, 

And  free  your  soul  from  sin. 

The  feast  is  spread ;  His  cloak  is  yours : 

All  that  He  has  is  thine. 

He  waits,  He  asks  you  to  come  Home ; 

His  pardon  is  Divine. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN  MEN   SHALL   KNOW 
When  men  shall  know  while  still  on  earth, 
A  God  of  love  surrounds  them  here, 
And  naught  can  take  from  them  this  love, 
No  parting,  and  no  bier, 
But  walking  side  by  side  with  Him 
Up  to  their  last  earth  breath, 
No  dissolution  shall  they  know, 
No  dying, — never  death. 
When  men  shall  know  their  lives  are  held 
In  God's  paternal  hand, 
O  Christ,  Thy  crown  of  thorns,  Thy  cross, 
Shall  bless,  then,  all  earthland. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE    GLORY    OF    HIS    MISSION 

When  Jesus  stood  before  His  cross, 

Where  latterly  He  hung, 

What  anguish  must  His  Father  felt: 

How  must  His  heart  been  wrung. 

A  Father's  love,  a  Father's  care, 

The  Father's  only  Son. 

But  Jesus  knew  His  Father's  plan, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  393 

And  said:    "Thy  will  be  done." 
His  mission,  then,  His  Father  gave, 
Who  saw  Him  crucified: 
To  save  all  from  the  sinner's  grave 
Christ  came,  and  suffered:  died. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


ALONG    THE    ROAD    TO    GOD 

Poor  shattered  wrecks  along  the  road  to  God,— 
Oh,  how  they  strew  the  path  that  mortals  choose: 
Oh  how  they  block  the  way  to  heaven's  Gate, 
To  hear  their  doom,  and  all  they  chose  to  lose. 
Poor  broken  souls  sent  back  to  serve  and  wait 
Until  through  faith  and  works  ye  shall  be  known, 
What  would  ye  give  did  ye  not  have  to  pay; 
How  must  ye  pay,  before  ye  are  His  own. 
Along  the  road  where  pilgrims  halt  unfed, 
Ye  seek  a  friend  whose  outstretched  hand  may  save; 
The  Friend  ye  seek  to  find,  the  Friend  ye  need, 
Has  pled  in  vain  from  cradle  to  the  grave. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


HOW   LONG? 

How  long,  O  King,  must  mortals  serve  and  find  no  throne 

can  save 

The  wrecks  of  time  their  bodies  are,  thrown  in  uncoffined  grave. 
How  long,  Oh  Lord,  can  this  war  last  which  speaks  no  hand  of 

Thine : 
How  long  shall  men   serve  but  a  king  whose  right  is  not 

Divine. 


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How  long  shall  life  mean  but  a  span  of  years  from  birth  to 

death? 
How  long,  Almighty  God,  must  souls  live  for  their  mortal 

breath  ? 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

FOULING    THE    NEST 
Birds  make  their  nests  and  keep  them  clean, 
Ne'er  fouling  them,  but  with  their  young: 
Thus  came  to  be  a  saying  rare: 
"No  nests  befoulded  are  birds  among." 
So  'tis  in  life  with  those  who  love: 
Their  own  come  first,  and  then  the  home: 
Mankind  can  learn  from  every  bird 
The  time  to  mate,  or  time  to  roam. 
The  spirit-world  has  long  known  this: 
The  feathered  tribe  are  God's  elect. 
His  coming  ones  at  nightfall,  aye,  , 

Trust  any  branch  He  may  select. 
To  be  like  these  I  plead  thou  canst: 
To  trust  and  make  thy  faith  as  sure: 
Then  coming  hence,  at  eve,  or  morn, 
No  punishment  must  thou  endure. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SUMMEKTIME    IN    THE    HEART 

When  the  earth  is  all  bare  and  covered  with  snow, 

When  the  puppets  of  life  hold  no  joy, 

There  is  dearth  of  all  things,  a  lacking  of  warmth,— 

Life's  gold  is  mixed  with  alloy. 

'Tis  the  same  with  the  heart  when  the  summer  of  life 

Is  a  season  long  past  and  gone  by; 

Though   the   warmth   of   affection   it   knew   in   life's   spring, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  395 

* 

Like  the  earth,  is  alive,  cannot  die. 

'Neath  the  frost,  beyond  sleeping,  all  living  awake, 

In  the  warmth  of  God's  love  and  caress; 

When  the  heart  is  aglow  in  its  glad  summertime, 

Newborn  in  its  beautiful  dress. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THINE 

(Song) 

Make  me  Thy  servant,  Lord,  or  what  you  will. 
Abundently  with  loaves  the  baskets  Thou  didst  fill. 
What  need  have  I,  thou,  Lord,  canst  not  supply. 
"Thy  Will  Be  Done,"  oh  Lord, — and  not  my  will. 

Make  me  Thy  spokesman,  Lord,  if  lips  of  mine, 
Exultantly  can  speak  Thy  love,  Thy  love  divine. 
What  joy  to  be,  Lord,  messenger  of  Thee. 
Increase  my  store,  Oh  Lord,  and  make  me  Thine. 

Here  in  Thy  vineyard,  Lord,  lab'rers  are  few: 
Increasingly  each  day  duties  abound  to  do. 
When  all  is  done,  Oh  Lord,  if  at  Thy  feet 
I  am  but  Thine,  at  last,  I  am  complete. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TAKE  HIS  HAND 

(Song) 

Lift  up  your  prayer, — God  will  hear  it: 
Lift  up  your  heart,  He  will  know. 
Lift  up  your  eyes,  He  will  see  you; 
Lift  up  your  soul  e're  you  go. 

Lift  up  your  hand :   beg  Him  hold  you. 
Lift  up  your  voice  in  His  praise. 


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Lift  up  your  cross,  He  will  help  you, 
And  spare,  at  the  end  of  your  days. 

W.  S.   In   Spirit    (Throug   S.  S.) 

COME   TO   ME 

Would  you  lay  your  burden  down?    Come  to  Me. 
Have  you  worn  a  thorny-crown?     Come  to  Me. 
Has  the  tempest  tosst  your  soul. 
Wrecked  you  on  a  desert  shoal? 
Come  to  Me. 

Are  you  lost,  with  bleeding  feet?     Come  to  Me. 
Would  you  know  a  Love  complete?    Come  to  Me. 
Will  you  see  Me  at  the  door? 
Hear  Me  calling  o'er  and  o'er: 
"Come  to  Me." 

Can  you  try  just  once  again?     Come  to  Me. 
Let  Me  ease  your  conscience  pain :  Come  to  Me. 
Hear,  I  wait,  and  call  to  you; 
Would  you  know  a  Saviour  true? 
Come  to  Me. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

JESUS'   WOES 

(Song) 

O  tell  the  simple  story  o'er  of  Jesus'  love  for  men, — 
And  let  poor  mortals  seeking  hope,  revive  their  souls  again. 
O  tell  the  aged  of  the  cross  their  Lord  has  borne  for  them ; 
Let  little  children  come  and  see  His  arms  outstretched  for  them. 
O  bring  the  sinning  Magdalenes  to  see  the  blood  He  shed, 
That  though  they  be  as  scarlet  they  can  be  white  instead. 
O  fetch  the  men  of  wordly  ways,  who  seek  harvests  of  gold, 
And  let  them  find  the  only  kind  not  to  be  bought  or  sold. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  397 

O  keep  the  good  Book  open  wide,  and  seek  its  well-worn  leaves, 
Upon  which  Jesus'  woes  are  writ,  — no  word  of  which  deceives. 

W.S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ALL    PRAISE    TO    THEE 

(Song) 

All  praise  be  to  Thee,  Who  gave  us  Thine  own, 
And  made  us  joint  heirs  to  Thy  holy  throne. 
All  praise  be  to  Thee  for  Christ  who  hath  shown 
No  life  can  be  taken;  no  one  be  alone. 

All  praise  be  to  Thee  for  Him  crucified. 
For  Jesus  Who  came  and  suffered,  and  died. 
All  praise  be  to  Thee,  all  love  of  my  soul, 
My  heart,  and  my  mind,  Who  maketh  me  whole. 

W.S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE   SOUL'S   CRY 

(Song) 

See  me  a  penitent,  here,  in  the  dust. 
Craving  Thy  pardon,  Thy  love,  and  trust. 
Hear  my  soul's  pleading  cry, 
Lord,  do  not  pass  me  by, — 
Thou  wert  despised  as  I — 
Jesus,  my  Lord. 

Behold,  an  outcast;  I  am  unfit. 
Promise  of  mercy,  Lord,  all  men  have  it. 
Even  soul-beggars,  then, 
Can  be  restored  again,  — 
And  be  as  other  men, 
Jesus,  my  Lord. 

Hear  me,  e're  night  decends.    Lord,  hear  my  woes. 
Forgive  my  erring,  e're  my  soul  goes 


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Out  on  its  homeward  way, 
Where  there  is  night  or  day: 
Thus  for  my  sins  I  pray, 
Jesus,  my  Lord. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


IN  THE   CITY  OF  GOD 

(Song) 

When  the  harvest  is  ripe  in  the  City  of  God, 
And  the  reaper  has  gathered  it  in, 
When  the  grain  from  the  chaff  is  garnered  at  last, 
And  the  toll  has  been  taken  of  sin, — 
Shall  we  <stand  with  the  saved  whose  ransom  He  paid, 
When  He  gave  up  His  life  for  us  all, — 
Or,  outcast,  and  afraid,  aside  shall  be  laid, 
With  the  heedless  who  heard  not  His  call? 

When  the  season  is  past,  and  we  all  view  at  last, 

The  field  where  our  labors  have  been, — 

When  we  see  the  poor  soil  or  the  riches  of  toil, 

From  which  we  have  been  gathered  in, — 

Shall  we  wish  we  had  toiled  in  the  vineyard  of  God, 

The  riches  of  soul  there  to  win — 

As  we  view  the  poor  stubble  of  our  barren  selves    (yield) 

Shall  we  mourn  for  all  we  might  have  been? 

Kef  rain : 

In  the  City  of  God  is  the  Kingdom; 
In  the  City  of  God  is  the  King: 
In  the  City  of  God  is  the  harvest ; 
In  the  City  where  God's  angels  sing! 
In  the  City  of  God  are  the  ransomed; 
In  the  City  of  God  are  the  blest: 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  399 

Where  the  King,  and  no  kingdom  can  vanish, 
Is  Christ,  and  His  eternal  rest. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (  Through  S.  S.) 

TELL  IT   ALL 

(Song) 

Come  kneel  at  His  feet,  and  tell  Jesus  all. 
He  is  waiting  for  you;  do  you  not  hear  Him  call? 
He  is  speaking  to  You, — and  all  sinners  who  fall; 
O  come  now  to  Jesus;  oh  come  tell  Him  all. 

Refrain : 

Tell  it  all,  tell  it  all,  though  as  scarlet  it  be,— 
O  come  now  to  Jesus,  from  sin  be  set  free. 
He  will  hear  a  faint  whisper :  say,  "Jesus,  take  me !" 
Tell  it  all— tell  it  all— "Come  and  see,"  "Come  and  see." 

Come  open  the  door,  He's  waiting  outside; 

He's  knocking,  He's  knocking !     .     .     Open  the  door  wide ! 

He  is  calling  on  YOU, — even  you  He  does  call ; 

O  bid  Jesus  enter;  and  then  tell  Him  all. 

Come  sinner  and  saint;  the  table  is  spread; 

God's  wonderful  table ;  Christ's  wine,  and  Christ's  bread. 

He  is  waiting  for  You,— who  died  for  us  all ; 

O  come  to  His  banquet ;  oh  hear,  hear  Him  call ! 

W  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 

O   KING   DIVINE 

(Song) 

Oh  come  to  the  trenches  my  brothers, 
And  help  in  the  fight  to  win 
Souls  for  God's  battle  of  "freedom"— 
Freedom  from  sin, — from  sin. 
Oh  come  to  the  field  of  honor, 


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And  help  me  bury  the  slain 

Who  were  "lost"  in  the  battle  with  Satan; 

But  "found"  in  His  love  again! 

Oh  come  to  the  rescue  my  brothers, 
Who  serve  but  an  earthly  king; 
Help  in  God's  work  of  restoring 
Souls  that  would  joy,  and  sing! 
Oh  come  let  us  swell  the  numbers, 
Under  the  banner  of  God. 
Singing  His  glad  hosannas, 
Bearing  no  mark  of  sin's  rod. 

Chorus:   O  King  Divine,  let  Thy  light  shine 
Into  this  darkened  soul  of  mine. 
Peaee-of-the-World,,  O  Prince  of  Peace, 
Loosen  the  chain,  from  sin  release. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

(Or,  A  Message  From  The  King) 

OLD    GLOKY 

(Song) 

When  the  world  is  safe  to  live  in, 
For  our  children,  and  the  lives 
Of  the  yet  unborn  are  not  forlorn, 
Nor  Mothers,  sweethearts,  wives — 
There's  one  thing  you  can  tell  them  all 
As  you  hold  them  to  your  breast: 
Old  Glory  shared  the  victory 
With  France,  England,  and  the  rest! 

When  I've  done  my  bit  for  Liberty 
In  the  fight  against  the  Hun, 
Should  the  light  of  day  be  crushed  away, 
And  my  soldiering  be  done, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  401 

There's  one  request,  and  only  one, 
That's  dearest  in  my  breast: 
Just  wrap  me  in  Old  Glory 
When  you   lay  me  down  to  rest? 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
"For  S.  S." 

ALONG  WITH  THE   TIDE 

(Song) 

Tenderly  over  the  billows,  riding  the  mighty  deep, 
Many  a  craft  is  sailing,  pilots  the  watchout  keep. 
Fitful  and  stormy  the  ocean,  puny  and  fragile  the  craft, 
Mortals  are  trusting  to  waves  and  tides,  a  sheltering  haven 

at  last. 

Carelessly  ever  the  boatswain,  tackles  the  mast  fore  and  aft, 
"Where  may  the  Captain  be,  steward?"  somebody  called,  and 

laughed. 

Riding  a  sea  tempest-driven,  riven  by  lightening  in  twain. 
Strewn  on  the  bed  of  the  ocean,  a  wreck  on  lii'e's  sea  again! 

Rocked  in  the  arms  of  a  monster, — 
Flaying  with  danger  and  death, — 
Many  a  Captain  a  failure, 
Many  a  failure,  for  breath. 
Steering  without  a  compass, 
Drifting  along  with  the  tide, 
Where  is  the  haven  will  meet  you? 
You,  who  just  cared  to  ride! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN  THE  COWS  RETURN  TO  ROOST 

(The  Huns  are  here  speaking:) 

"We  have  driven  out  the  peasants  from  their  fertile  farming 
lands, 


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And  left  them  eyeless,  Landless,  in  droves  and  herds  and  bands ; 
We  have  suffered  none  with  virtue  to  remain  to  tell  the  tale: 
We  long  since  closed  our  ears,  our  eyes,  to  the  Holy  Sister's 

wail: 
We  have  cut  and  burned  the  forests, — none  remain  to  shelter 

France ; 
Where  our  soldiers  pass  they  leave  their  marks,  retreating,  in 

advance. 
We  give  no   mercy, — hear  no   prayer, — for  we  are   Germans 

brave! 
We  raze  and  rape  and  burn  and  kill,  nor  spare  nor  help  nor 

save. 
Now  we  must  go :  pledged  is  our  get  as  sires  for  years  and 

years 

With  nothing  to  repay  our  woes,  our  losses,  and  our  tears. 
For  all  we've  done  must  ours  repay,  reclaim,  rebuild,  restore, 
And  as  the  cows  return  to  roost,  we'll  chew  our  cuds  once  more ! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


To  keep  awhile  the  old-time  thoughts, 
To  love  awhile  the  old-time  love, 
To  see  awhile  the  well  loved  face, — 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth, — above. 
To  know  no  want,  to  have  no  wish 
The  heart  of  love  cannot  fulfill, — 
To  have  no  life  from  love  apart, 
To  be  a  lover  still:   - 
To  stand  on  earth  but  live  on  high — 
To  yearn  to  serve,  to  do  His  will, 
There  is  no  heaven  above  but  this: 
A  love  no  death  can  kill. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  403 

Make  me  some  place,  Oh  God,  where  I  may  rest 
When  last  I  pass  from  out  this  sheltering  breast, — 
And  keep  me  from  the  elements  which  sear 
The  new-born  spirit  in  the  spirit-sphere. 

Make  me  some  place,  Oh  Father,  whom  I  love, 
And  let  me  share  Thy  peace  known  but  above. 
Find  me,  Oh  God,  when  I  go  hence  alone, 
And  give  me  bread  when  I  beseech,  nor  stone. 

Thou,  who  hast  taught  Thy  children  Mercy's  ways, 
Be  Thou  all  merciful,  when  conscience  flays, — 
Take  Thou  Thy  toll  for  sins  of  mine,  and  then 
Make  me  some  place  to  be  Thine  own  again. 

See  here  the  soul  which  pleads  and  utters  cry, 
While  in  the  flesh,  before  the  flesh  can  die, 
That  Thou  mayst  know  my  heart  was  ever  Thine, 
Through  all  this  warring,  sinful,  mortal  life  of  mine. 
W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"Written  for  Sarah  by  the  one  who  knows  her  best,  and 
loves  her  best."     W.  S.     In  Spirit. 
New  York,  May  19th,  191'. 

EXERCISES 

3:15  A.M.,  Monday,  May  27th,  1917,  N.  Y.  C. 
Fold  up  the  kit,  and  let  me  go  my  way. 
Take  out  your  purse,  and  let  me  have  my  pay. 
I'm  going  on  where  others  will  do  more; 
I'm  going  back  to  that  fair  golden  shore. 
Come  then,  and  pay,  I  wish  to  go  today. 
Wish  to  disband  this  temporal   company. 
When  you  have  done  and  I  have  gone  away, 
How  often  will  you  wish  you  had  the  likes  o'  me! 
Then  will  you  mourn,  and  wish  the  plumber  back. 


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Then  will  you  call,  "Come,  open  up  the  pack!" 
But  I  shall  stay,  when  I  have  gone  away — 
You  can  depend  of  me  there'll  be  some  lack. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Note:   An  exercise  to  keep  in  touch  that  I  should  not  lose 
the  voice,  that  I  should  continue  to  hear.     S.  S. 

Sarah  Shatford  if  you  don't  string  we  will  soon  be  so  far 
apart  we  cannot  string  and  then  I  shall  go  to  the  land  where 
I  belong  having  an  ingrate  for  a  medium  who  would  not 
give  the  immortal  Shakespeare  a  few  minutes  each  day  for 
practice  and  work  in -order  to  keep  him  from  departing.  W.  S. 
Note:  The  above  taken  down  in  pencil  when  the  voice  said 
"get  your  stick"  (meaning  pencil). 

THE    WORDS    OF    WISDOM    SOWN 

There  is  a  world  of  happy  thoughts,  and  in  each  mortal's  heart 
Is  all  he  was  and  all  he  is,  from  finish  until  start. 
There  is  a  time  when  all  the  world  will  come  to  know  your 

worth, 

And  that  will  be  when  I  have  gone,  and  you  come  to  new-birth. 
Along  the  tides  where  spirits  dwell,  and  where  the  good  can  be, 
I'll  look  intensely  for  the  heart  which  holds  the  soul  of  me. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
(The  above  an  exercise.) 

Exercises. 

A    LOVER'S    PLAINT 

(Being  an  exercise,  that  the  hearing  should  be  kept  open, 
and  the  spirit  be  able  to  speak  so  that  I  might  hear.    S.  S.) 
To  be  "dead"  and  alive  is  a  terrible  thing, 
No  mortal  could  half  understand. 
When  the  body  is  gone  and  the  head  is  alive 
Thinking  thoughts  that  he  thought  on  earthland. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  405 

O  the  mortals  that  welcome  the  poor  spirits  here, 

Know  little  of  what  they  thus  do; 

For  the  spirit  is  keener  than  ever  in  life 

To  de  all  the  things  that  you  do. 

When  a  lover  comes  here  from  the  great  spiritworld, 

To  possess  one  and  claim  her  his  own, 

He  would  never  vacate  were  stare  even  to  fall, 

And  he  wishes  her  always  his  own. 

For  the  one  who  has  bid  him  come  in  and  take  all 

Is  his  own  from  that  day  'till  the  end ; 

No  matter  what  happens  he  still  will  be  hers, 

On  the  earth,  in  the  sky,  he's  her  friend. 

He  is  not  a  good-spirit, — God  sent  him  back  here 

To  improve  his  lost  life  on  the  earth. 

So  he  came  and  is  here,  will  be  here  'till  the  last, 

When  he  takes  Sarah  out  to  new-birth. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHAT    /    THINK    OF    YOU: 
You  may  think  I  do  not  love  you, 
Or,  that  if  a  spirit  cares, 
They  would  smooth  out  difficulties 
Which  o'ertake  you  unawares; 
But  in  the  world  of  spirit 
There's  a  cause  for  everything — 
And  a  weighing,  and  a  balance, 
And  a  fine  measuring. 
You  wrill  wonder  if  I  love  you 
When  I'm  far  away  from  here, 
And  if  I've  found  you  wanting, 
Although  I  held  you  dear. 
And   I'm  going,  yes,  I'm  going, — 
Just  to  prove  this  thing  to  you. 


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For  you  will  not  help  ine  keep  you, 

So  what  am  I  to  do? 

Will  you  think  of  me  as  erring, 

As  I've  told  you  all  the  past, 

Or  will  you  send  beseechings 

To  meet  me  at  the  last? 

And  when  you  call  and  find  me 

But  waiting  for  your  call, 

Will  you  behave  and  string  for  me 

So  I  may  tell  you  all? 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
(Exercise  to  keep  the  hearing.) 

Exercises. 

SO  FAR,  SO  GOOD 

(Being  an  exercise  to  "keep  in  touch"  with  the  voice.    S.  S.) 
Now  that  we  know  what  each  may  here  expect, 
And  from  each  other  take  and  give  their  due, 
We'll  make  an  effort  to  begin  REAL  work, — 
Than  first  a  miracle  I'll  work  for  you. 
For  I  will  speak  beside  you  where  you  stand, 
And  clear  my  throat  the  same  as  Sarah  too, 
That  Thomases  may  hear,  perchance,  may  see, 
Some  things  a  spirit  still  on  earth  can  do. 
Sure  this  will  make  my  work  here  more  complete 
When  I  can  be  both  flute  and  player  too, — 
BEWARE,  lest  you  may  be  a  corpse  before 
Pve  time  to  work  such  miracle  for  you! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

To  Your  Own  Self:    (W.  S.  In  Spirit)  To  S.  S.: 
Thou  art  a  wonder,  yet  you  know  it  not. 
So  frail  and  slender  is  thy  stem 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  407 

We  must  come  in  and  keep  you  for  our  own 
Else  you  may  slip  the  garment's  hem. 
You  know  it  not — the  world  waits  for  your  voice, 
To  give  them  solace  who  have  passed  beyond 
And  cannot  reach  their  own  by  other  means, 
Though  they  are  loving  as  of  yore,  and  fond. 
Now  take  this  message  and  be  blithe  and  gay 
As  you  contented  walk  this  old  earth-way, 
And  rise  above  the  things  that  drag  you  down 
And  you  SHALL  wear  a  bright  immortal  crown. 
Dec.,  1917. 

ENSHRINED 

(Exercise) 

Make  me  a  grave  within  thy  heart 
Where  I  may  rest  forever  there, 
Away  from  hate's  dominion  and 
Its  warring  world,  and  care. 
Entombed  within  love's  provence  then 
Dig  me  a  grave,  and  lay  me  down; 
I  would  be  ruled  in  life  by  her — 
And  share  eternally  her  crown. 
Oft  will  you  sit  beside  me  there, — 
And  there  at  last  I'll  be  with  thee 
Though  silent  be  the  grave,  my  own, 
Our  spirits,  one — eternally. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Exercises. 

A   LOVER'S    LAST    REQUEST: 
Dig  me  a  grave  within  thy  heart, — 
That  I  may  rest  for  aye  with  thee, 
Who,  of  my  life  a  very  part, 
Its  pest  and  solace  e'er  would  be. 


408  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Dig  me  a  grave  and  lay  me  low 
Within  that  tender  heart  of  thine, 
Which  can  nor  hate  nor  hating  know, 
Which  in  its  wonders  has  been  mine. 

When  vesper  bells  their  music  chime, 

And  others  go  to  weep  and  pray — 

Come  kneel  beside  the  memories 

Which  made  God's  love  throughout  life's  day. 

And  when  you  sigh  here  must  I  know, 
Since  life  can  hold  no  life  for  me, 
Until  the  sexton  Gabriel 
Shall  bid  me  rise  to  go  with  thee. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
(Exercise) 

Keep  me  within  thy  memory  when  all  the  rest  are  dead. 

When  all  the  world  has  turned  away,  I  came,  and  I  have  le-1 

And  I  would  lead,  and  help,  and  keep  thee  ever  for  mine  own, — 

So  keep  me  in  thy  memory,  nor  fling  at  me  a  stone. 

No  warrior  ever  led  a  charge  up  any  hill  so  high, 

As  I  have  climbed  in  keeping  you,  and  making  you  keep  nigh. 

So  keep  me  in  thy  memory,  until  the  last  is  done 

For  which  I  came,  nor  wound  nor  maim, 

Until  OUR  war  is  won. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
("A  string,  Sarah, — just  a  string  to  bind.")    W.  S. 

Take  out  the  west  and  then  the  east,  and  give  the  world  the 

north  and  south, 
And  keep  from  ravishment  the  Huns,  and  dam  each  water's 

course's  mouth, — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  409 

Then  you  will  do  what  I  have  done,  who  keep  in  touch  against 

the  will 
Of  her  who  should  be  glad  to  keep  and  give  me  all,   and 

"string"  until 

A  perfect  medium  is  she— which  soon  would  be  I  now  declare, 
But,   should  she  stop  nor  do  her  part,  her  own  will  soon 

be  this  one's  lair. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

New  York, 
June  3rd,  1918. 

Sir  Oliver  Lodge, 

My  Countryman:  It  is  Shakespeare  who  thus  addresses  you, 
for  I  still  claim  England  my  own.  Ay,  ever  have  I  striven  to 
open  the  soft  and  thin  partition  which  hides  her  sons  outgone 
from  those  on  her  fertile  and  worshiped  land.  Have  I  not 
told  you  on  this  point  in  the  Volumes  I  have  written  through 
this  one  who  here  writes  my  yearning  for  her  olden  days. 

Well,  the  time  is  ripe  for  researchers,  and  this  will  be  my 
time  to  hold  the  line  connecting  the  spirit  with  the  mortal 
linking  the  two  worlds  which  are  one  indeed,  the  unseen  still 
but  heard.  I  have  through  this  one's  ear  succeeded  in  register 
ing  a  considerable  volume  of  work  which  it  would  be  well  to 
preserve  and  regard.  There  are  others  who  have  done  perhaps 
more  .  .  .  still  this  is  time  to  hold  the  mirror  up  to 
nature  as  we  find  it  and  to  reveal  the  truth  of  everlasting 
sorrow  which  we  found  who  reached  here  unrepentant,  un- 
absolved. 

Have  these  papers  any  value.  When  you  have  seen  the  re 
strictions  in  the  spirit,  have  come  through  service  such  as  I 
to  work  them  out,  this  will  be  answered,  but  not  before  as  we 
see  it  now.  However  have  these  preserved.  Into  however  slight 
a  string  they  may  be,  here  am  I,  in  my  reasonable  mind  able 


410  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

to  say  you  are  my  fellow  in  Errantry  and  as  my  son  should 
be  a  worker  for  my  high  purpose  in  this  service  I  render 
every  son  of  England  regardless  of  his  station  in  society 
having  no  other  aim  than  to  help  and  save  these  from  my 
unhappiness,  mine  through  my  own  wrongs,  which  I  state 
in  full  on  these  pages  regardless  of  one  I  love  who  takes  my 
words  whom  I  would  have  spared  could  I  have  done  this 
without  her,  whichv  I  could  not. 

O  law  breakers,  have  you  heard  the  Bible  read  in  schools 
and  churches  through  earth  time  and  given  no  heed  to  this 
Word  which  tells  you  one  and  all  of  God's  implacable  un 
swerving  hate  for  all  iniquity.  Search  these  leaves  that  ever 
more  you  may  share  the  glories  of  His  better  land,  that  you 
may  rise  above  the  toll  of  sinners.  Wipe  out  this  warning, 
heed  it  not,  and  wake  a  servant  of  crime,  heaven's  outcast, 
highest  of  God's  unknowrn.  Be  pure.  Hate  lust  and  perver 
sion.  Shun  it.  Or  serve  for  it  as  I  serve  and  must  continue 
through  time  to  serve. 

SHAKESPEARE— loved  for  his  Dramas  and  Sonnets— a 
son  of  England,  Beloved  Motherland  whom  I  (which  I)  still 
revere  and  would  save  from  my  estate  in  spirit. 

(W.  S.  In  Spirit) 

(Through  Sarah  Shatford,  Heard  by  direct  voice 
in  the  inner  ear.) 

A  BOND  OF  GOLD 

(To  Through  S.  S.) 

In  all  the  halls  of  memory, 

The  memories  that  do  hold, 

That  bind,  and  burn  with  yearning, — 

Is  your  lovely  hair  of  gold! 

In  all  the  sacred  chambers 

Where  dwell  the  yesteryears, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  411 

I  hold  this  gold,  and  your  tresses  enfold, 
With  my  falling,  burning  tears! 
Entwined  in  all  its  glory, — 
This  sacred  bond  will  hold, — 
Across   Time's   chasm,   Eternity, 
A  bond  of  the  purest  gold. 

(W.  S.    In    Spirit) 

WHEN   I  WAS   TWENTY-ONE 

Such  are  the  cockles  of  the  spirit-heart, 
The  fire  of  youth  is  here  as  in  the  shell. 
And  burning  as  the  memory  of  youth, 
It  constitutes  for  many  of  us  hell. 

My  own  was  such  no  youth  could  well  surpass ; 

I  loved  a  girl,  and  gave  her  all  my  best. 

Through  life,  nor  change,  nor  death,  I  still  have  this: 

I  found  my  love  withstood  both  curse  and  test. 

Here  do  I  speak  the  worth  of  Her  I  wed. 
No  words  I  know  could  set  forth  her  true  worth. 
Her  heart,  her  mind,  her  soul,  are  with  the  Lord's, 
While  I  must  wander,  serve,  the  poor  of  earth. 

Where  God's  annointed  are,  in  His  own  time, 
May  I  united  be  with  Her  I  wed. 
Such  is  the  call  of  lover's  purity 
Where  God  is  love,  nor  lovers  ever  dead. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
"Called  forth  by  the  marriage  of  -       — ,  the  tenor."   W.  S. 

HIGHER   POWERS 

Within  the  confines  of  these  walls  there  wait 
A  host  of  spirit-forms  His  will  to  do: 


412  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Servants  who  serve,  nor  ask  earth's  paltry  pay. 
Or  shall  they  serve  the  many,  or  a  few. 

High  aims,  ay  truths,  no  foul  intent, 

These  workers  bring  as  help,  to  save  or  spare, 

From  crimes  where  blackness  claims  those  sinning  bent, 

Where  never  light  of  His  the  erring  share. 

High  over  all  One  waits  and  knows  the  end — 
As  every  heart  uplifted  must  be  known, 
Where  Right  must  rule,  and  everlasting  Might 
Shall  raise  the  burdened  souls,  and  name  His  own. 

Sigh  not  for  others,  then,  but  for  YOURSELF ; 
Adjust  the  measuring  here  to  meet  His  due; 
That  when  the  balance  weighs  the  finest  hair, 
God's  scales  will  test,  *adjudge,  if  YOU  are  true. 

•Changed  to  "adjust."    W.  S. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Aug.  5th,  '18,  N.  Y.  C. 

HARMONY 

Like  the  sweet  notes  the  Maker  plays, 
Harmonious  silence  moves  in  time. 
He  marks  His  universe,  and  sways 
With  harmony  His  worlds  sublime. 

God  works  His  wonders  silently. 
No  discord — not  a  jarring  note. 
The  swinging  spheres,  His  symphony: 
All  life,  the  manuscript  He  wrote. 

Creation  teems  with  songs  of  praise. 
His  fingers  moves  the  stops  and  keys. 
The  wind  plays  everlastingly 
His  melodies  through  buds  and  trees. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  413 

Like  Him  He  asks  us  then  to  be- 
To  make  His  work  complete  and  whole 
By  keeping  time  within  the  heart, 
That  He  may  then  perfect  each  soul. 

His  love  restores  the  world  at  last, 
When  last  with  Harmony  complete 
Each  heart  shall  sing  the  Master's  note, 
And  lay  its  tribute  at  His  feet. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SIGNS    OF    THE    TIMES 

Among  the  earth's  we  move  to  work  our  will — 
To  free  the  slave,  or  help  the  ones  in  chains 
Out  of  theirself-bound  states,  as  we  see  them, 
Who  passed  "death's"  portal,  ay,  endured  its  pains. 

Procrastinate  poor  mortals  here  do  wait 

Until,  as  we,  THEY  wait  outside  the  door 

With    warriors,    saints   and   sinners,    (none   are   blest 

At  once  they  leave  the  coil,  but  ALL  are  poor.) 

For  none  have  traveled  on  the  Master's  way; 

— Since  none  could  drink  His  cup  nor  bear  His  cross, — 

When  ends  for  all  a  bitter  judgement  day, 

Where  cast  the  balance  is,  profit  or  loss. 

To  help  men  seek  and  find,  or  hear  or  see, — 

To  warn  beloved  mankind,  spirits  come; 

THIS  AGE  will  hear  and  see,  and  know  the  truth, 

Nor  think  their  lost  ones  "dead"  nor  deaf  nor  dumb. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Aug.  3rd,  1918,  N.  Y.  C. 


414  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

LIBERTY 

Such  are  the  bonds  here  forged  by  living  men 

Made  forfeit  throughout  Time  through  crime  and  sin, 

The  earth  becomes  a  final  prison  cage, 

Where  shut  out  from  His  grace  are  we  shut  in. 

To  roam  the  same  lands  then  when  bonds  are  loosed, — 
To  be  unhoused,  set  free,  in  the  same  land, — 
This  means  to   "die,"  to  know  "death's"  liberty, — 
With  life's  lost  chance  a  bauble  in  my  hand. 

Such  are  the  plans  of  Freedom,  Justice,  Might, 
Your  will  and  choice  defines  the  last  decree. 
Stir,  souls,  and  choose  the  living  God,  instead 
Of  living  but  your  past  eternally! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Aug.  3rd,  1918. 

IN    MEMORIAM 

We  lay  a  wreath  upon  love's  grave  today 
Whose  soldiering  is  done,  as  is  life's  war. 
We  bare  our  heads  in  homage  for  the  trust 
Within   our  hearts  which  brought   us  to   death's  bar. 

The  requeim  of  love's  memorial  dirge, 

The  chanting,  or  the  death  peal  of  this  hour, 

Cannot  assuage  the  pain  a  heart  must  feel, 

Nor  stanch  the  tears  here  falling  like  a   shower. 

To  watch  love  lowered  in  its  grave,  as  now, 
And  mark  the  final  tribute,  word  of  praise, 
Seems  like  the  rainbow  ending  of  a  storm; 
So  long  we  watched  love  dying  through  life's  days. 

Life  holds  no  hour  complete  if  'tis  not  this: 
A  severing  of  a  cord  which  bound  in  pain. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  415 

No  glorifying  hath  love's  spirit  known, 
Except  it  died  to  rise  and  live  again. 

Where  lovers  pass  and  reunite  in  love, 
Perhaps  there  is  a  God  Who  will  grant  this: 
A  living,  pulsing,  unforgotten  past 
Shall  resurrected  be,  with  lover's  kiss. 

We  lay  a  flower  upon  love's  grave  today 

Whose  fragrance  Love  distilled  and  keeps  His  own: 

Out  of  the  heart  knowing  such  love  as  His, 

No  love,  no  flower,  blooms  for  the  earth  alone. 

W.  S.    In    Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 
New  York,  August  Gth,  1918. 

DESTINY 

Fast  crowded   into  hell   men's   shattered   souls 
Who  speed  out  to  their  God,  into  His  height, 
Finding  themselves  their  agony  has  brought, 
And  only  that  GOD  IS,  and  justice,  Might. 

Heaped  on  their  souls  they  find  all  they  have  done 
Through  life  and  time;  each  has  a  weight  unknown 
'Till  "death"  has  set  him  free  and  he  is  bound 
By  every  chain  he  forged,  which  is  his  own. 

We  come  from  earth  to  be  earth's  vassals,  then, 
To  slake  our  thirst  where  is  no  drought  but  sin. 
As  we  pass  through  the  clouds  of  warriors  hurled 
Hence  into  LIFE,  all  seeking  passage  in 

WThere  gates  all  golden  are,  and  streets  of  pearl, 

(All  promised  to  a  spirit  newly-born,) 

We  search  the  mob  for  one  familiar  face 

To  help  us  through  the  dark  'till  break  of  morn! 


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The  cries  ring  out  from  farthest  battle  line: 

"O  God  is  THIS  the  end,  where  we  must  face  each  scar 

Inflicted   by  our  murd'rous  warring   selves?" 

Upon  our  souls  each  mark,  or  scratch  or  mar. 

W.  S.    In    Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 

SOWING  AND  REAPING 

Planter  is  every  son  of  man. 

He  sows  eternal  gain, 

Or,  wearied  of  life's  hardships,  falls, 

And  reaps  the  tares  of  pain. 

Beyond  this  wretched  mortal  sum 
Computed  and  enrolled, 
Each  mind  shall  view  the  grand  total, 
Where  each  task  is  unrolled, 

To  view  the  harvest  reaped  of  life 
Where  profit  should  accrue, 
Each  soul  must  profit  by  its  task, 
Or  pay  the  final  due. 

W.  S.    In   Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 

"The  hand  of  Almighty  God  is  the  pendulum  of  universal 
time."    W.  S. 

"The  milk  of  human  kindness  is  mostly  curdled."   W.  S. 

THE    GIVER 

God  made  a  wondrous  garden 
All  blooming  everywhere, — 
And  promised  He  would  share  it 
With  His  children  He  made  fair. 

The  heavens  He  o'er  sprinkled 
With  jewels  of  the  night, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  417 

And  spread  the  silver  moonbeams, 
And  poured  the  great  sun's  light. 

God  asks  we  make  His  kingdom 
This  garden  of  the  earth, 
That  He,  the  King  of  Peace  may  come, 
And  all  may  know  His  worth. 

God  GIVES  us  all  His  riches,— 
But  ASKS  that  we  be  good: 
Oh,  how  His  Father-heart  must  break 
That  He's  not  understood! 

W.  S.    In   Spirit    (Through    S.  S.) 

Note:  This  was  sent  to  the  Order  of  Eastern  Star,  Laurel 
Chapter  44  of  which  Sarah  Shatford  is  a  member,  signed  by  her 
as  hers  permission  of  the  spirit  who  wrote  it,  as  her  fine 
sense  of  justice  will  not  permit  it  to  go  unacknowledged,  it 
is  here  printed  with  the  W.  S.  collection.  She  thought  she 
could  not  tell  it  was  written  by  a  spirit  without  too  much 
comment." 

W.  S.    In  Spirit. 

"WILDE   ONCE;   BUT   WILD   NO   MORE" 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 

(After  reading  "Oscar  Wilde,"  By  Robt.  H.  Sherard.) 
The  heavens  are  crossed  with  Wildes, — 
He  has  not  gone — 
He  lingers  on  the  earth,  fouled  by 
His  spume  and  spawn. 
His  head  a  classic  may  become, 
And  all  he  wrote — 
Yet  has  he  here  to  find  a  holier  note. 
Lives  here  are  crossed  by  him, 
As  his  was  when 


418  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

He  turned  aside  from  God 

Choosing  to  live  with  men. 

Higher  than  him,  or  ought  he  had  to  say, 

Wilde  found  a  prison-house  he  made 

While  in  his  clay. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

A    SPIRIT'S    PRAYER 

Eternal  Spirit  in  whose  hands 
Is  peace  and  love  for  warring  lands, 
Lift  high  the  soul  of  everyone : 
Eternally  "Thy  Will  Be  Done." 
O  God,  my  Father,  as  the  rest, 
Make  all  hearts  purer  by  life's  test : 
Accept  my  plea,  my  soul,  my  love, 
That  I  may  work  for  Thee  above. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Sunday,  Sept.  22nd,  1918. 

THE    CHRISTIAN'S    GOD 

(To  the  theosophist.   After  reading  their  publication  called 
"The  Messenger.") 

The  Scientist  reveres  a  God  he  found  in  devious,  winding  ways : 
Becomes  renowned  expounding  these, — accepting  fares  the  pil 
grim  pays. 

Unknown  of  Him,  Who,  searching,  sees  the  Potter's  form  has 
failed  to  please. 

The  Seeker  finds  God  everywhere.  Within,  without;  all  form 
less  He 

Who  rides  the  storm,  conceals  the  soul  in  Wisdom's  own 
infinity. 

Reformer  of  His  plan  and  care, — adjuster  of  His  fine  decree, — 

Compare  thy  soul  invisible  with  God  incarnate  Who  doth  see. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  419 

In  divers  Ways  He  reaches  out;  completion  in  each  flower 

or  tree: 

Behold  He  looks  thee  in  the  eyes,  and  knows  if  ye  defiled  be! 
Maker  of  thine  own  covenant,  and  laws  which  suit  unbending 

•  knee, 
When  separated  from  thy  bones,  what  can  the  final  question  be? 

Wiser  than  Wisdom,  greater,  ye?    Usurper,  after  idols  bent! 
To  prove  His  plan  He  gave  His  Son,  and  saw  His  body  scourged 

and  rent 
That  such  as  ye  might  follow  Him,  where  none  but  He  has 

Master  claim. 

Thy  spirit  waits  upon  the  Lord,  else  it  waits  not  in  Jesus  name 
Oct.  6th,  1918.  W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

W.  S.  corrects  the  spelling  of  diverse :  says  to  blot  out  the  E ; 
he  would  like  to  carry  the  meaning  of  SEVERAL.    S.  S. 

THE    RITUAL    OF    SPIRIT 

1.  Make  no  claims:  the  spirits  have  their  limitations.     We 
work  no  miracles  beyond  our  powers. 

2.  Be  just.    The  heavens  roll  back  for  some ;  others  must  wait. 

3.  Waste    no    time    on    lauditory,    mercenary,    impoverished 
minds.     The  time  is  precious  now,  we  must  begin.* 

*(Then  written  "here  must  we  begin."   S.  S.) 

4.  Works  are  proof :  words  are  idle.  Search,  and  give  but  what 
you  have  given  you.     There  is  no  end. 

5.  Hide  nothing:    everything  is  valuable. 

6.  Fear  nothing.    Your  hide  is  to«  precious  to  spirit.     W.  S. 
will  protect  you. 

7.  Many  will  envy  you,— but  few  care  to  suffer  for  spirit- 
claim.    Buck  up  and  sit  tight,  there  is  hard  work  ahead. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Oct.  2nd,  1918. 
New  Orleans,  La. 


420  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

TO   A   SOUTHERN   ROSE 
Alone  she  blooms  on  balmy  shores, — 
None  may  usurp  her  realm. 
Unsung,  her  fragrance  is  distilled, 
While  God  is  at  the  helm. 

Oh  rose  of  rare,  of  blessed  worth, 
Thy  memories  wafted  over  seas 
Recall  thy  natal  home  and  hearth 
Where  Southern  sons  drink  bitter  lees. 

Upheld  in  fragrance  is  thy  charm, — 
Unmatched  thy  loveliness  and  grace, — 
Returning  heroes  sing  thy  praise, 
And  hasten  to  thy  blosoming  place. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Oct.  6th,  1918,  N.  O.,  La. 

REPENTANCE 

The  law  is  such  *(a  pause  of  several  minutes:  unusual;  see 

note.)  there  is  no  instant  "death," 
And  none  can  be  regenerate  as  they  "die." 
Befouled  of  earth  we  pass  to  spiritlands, 
Nor  pass  FROM  earth,  nor  yonder  in  the  sky. 

We  fall  to  rise  again;  overcome,  at  last; 
Our  souls  must  suffer  every  thought,  deed,  crime, 
Until  we  meet  through  service  every  debt, 
We  are  not  fit  to  enter  realms  sublime. 

We  rise  and  fall,  and  rise  and  fall  again; 
Sublimest  hope  shall  linger  'till  the  end; 
For,   as  we   serve  you   mortals,    SHALL  we  rise, 
And  be  permitted  where  all  souls  would  wend. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  421 

Take  up  the  cup  and  drink  it  to  the  dregs; 
Nor  plan  where  you  may  fare  at  life's  sweet  close: 
The  Judge  is  uppermost  Who  reigns  and  sees, 
And  plans,  and  weighs,  and  gives,  AND  TRULY,  KNOWS. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

*"I  have  to  find  my  tools."   W.  S. 

"Thou  art  a  fool  who  is  most  wise."    W.  S. 

"Such  is  the  law  no  spirit  barters  hell  for  heaven,  neither 
heaven  for  hell."   W.  S. 

"Cease  to  expound.  Let  the  spirits  do  their  work."  W.  S. 


THE   MEANING  OF  POWER 

God  sets  a  task  for  all  to  do: 

And  made  the  plans  which  give  Him  due, 

Which  all  regard  in  spirit  state, 

Who  serve  and  love  and  banish  hate. 

God  asks  a  task  of  me  through  You, — 
(And  I  am  His,  as  you  are  too,) 
As  all  who  serve  suffer  to  give 
That  souls  may  rise,  nor  pay  to  live.) 

This   power   decends   from   Him   on   High 
Whose  plan  is  that  no  soul  can  die. 
^e  gave  a  part  of  His  own  breath 
Whose  spirit  knows  no  change,  no  death. 

God  works  His  wonders  where  He  plans, 
And  fills  the  hearts,  and  lifts  the  bans 
That  here  a  spirit  may  be  shown 
He  gave  to  life,  and  still  would  own. 

Oh  mortals,  trust;  help  lift  the  veil; 
Behold  the  "dead"  whom  you  bewail. 


422  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

That  you  may  help  the  earth-bound  state 
Of  those  who  would  pass  through  the  Gate. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Oct.  4th,  1918,  N.  O.,  La, 

THE   BIRD'S   CRADLE-SONG 

(Words  for  Music) 

"Softest  music:    very  softly."    W.  S. 
Hush-a-bye,  hush-a-bye, — rocking  to  and  fro, — 
Mother's  sleepy  birdlings  all  to  sleep  must  go ! 
Swing-a-low,   swing-a-low, — 
Feathers  plumed  and  tummys  filled, 
Cuddle,  cuddle;  so! 

Breezes  How!    Confident  we  birds  who  know 
One  Who  shields  us  'neath  His  wing, 
Giving  each  a  note  to  sing, 
Marks  even  our  rise,  our  fall, 
Is  Father-Mother  over  all. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Oct.  4th,  '18. 

THE   MESSENGER 

The  world  at  last  has  tired  of  war, 
And  kings  are  pleading  now  for  peace. 
The  havoc  wrought  by  their  decree 
Cannot  cease  when  their  cannons  cease. 

The  war  of  souls  and  service  now 
Will  test  the  bravest  of  the  clan 
Residing  on  the  selfsame  sod, 
As  lifeless  as  each  brotherman. 

They  roam  the  earth  on  service  bent; 
But  service  of  their  God  alone — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  423 

Their  country  is  the  universe, 

Their  souls  His,  where  they  must  atone. 

Near  hearths  of  old  they  watch  unseen, 
And  revel  in  the  new  found  breath, 
While  heaven  is  here,  and  hell  is  not, 
Unless  it  be  the  change  called  "death." 

Oh  eyes  which  see  the  spirits  forms, — 
And  ears  hearing  the  spirit's  voice, — 
Make  headway  here  to  help  these  souls, 
And  help  them  really  to  rejoice. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Oct.  8th,  '18,  N.O.,La. 


THOUSANDS  AND  MILLIONS 

Here  have  we  worked  and  paid  all  debts  accrued 
With  sweat  and  toil,  a  hundred  times  o'erpaid. 
The  heavens  regard  our  honesty, 
And  view  our  burdens  on  us  laid. 

Have  heart :  after  the  end  a  computation  just 
Shall  forfeit  wealth  unearned,  misused; 
And  for  a  thousand  pounds,  a  million  tons 
May  added  be  for  every  thought  abused. 

Take  Justices'  offer  now,  nor  wait, 
And  see  what  interest  waits  where  Justice  knows: 
There  is  no  heartbeat  lost  to  Him  on  high 
From  which  a  mighty  wealth  of  love  e'er  flows. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
For  Sarah. 


424  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

"To  Miss ,  August,  1918. 

"Who  has  written  an  article  on  spirit  authors  who  are  alive 

as  she  is,  and  should  not  be  called  "dead."   W.  S.   In  Spirit 

(Through  S.  S.) 

O  woman  of  scurrilous  pen 
Whose  fragment  mind  would  enlighten  men 
What  can  YOU  say  of  spirit,  then. 
Poor  worm  acrawl  in  earth's  foul  dust, 
First  hatch  some  wings,  as  spin  you  must, 
And  read  of  Him  Whom  you  shall  trust, 
Believing  all  He  did  was  true, 
And  all  He  did  was  done  for  You 
That  ye  might  preach  His  precepts  too. 
Foul  worm,  I  say,  the  one  to  trod 
Into  the  dust  the  works  of  God. 
The  One  Who  bore  affliction's  rod, 
Scourged,  bled  and  died  your  soul  to  save, 
To  prove  eternal,  past  the  grave, 
The  spirit  of  the  Maker's  lathe! 
When  such  as  you  are  His,  and  yet 
His  wondrous  plans  jibe,  and  forget, 
Dost  hope  by  Him  still  to  be  met? 

A  hundred  hundred  years  through  Time 

May  You  seek  one  to  write  such  rhyme 

When  you  come  hence  to  spirit-clime, 

As  those,  and  this,  which  you  deride 

While  you  would  separate,  divide, 

The  living  from  all  those  who  "died." 

Few  can  perfect  their  work  as  I, 

Though  ALL  LIVE  ON  IN  THE  SAME  SKY. 

To  work  a  miracle  is  naught 

Compared  with  this  task  we  have  wrought, 

Where  FINDING  means  first  to  be  taught. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  425 

To  play  with  skill  a  master  can, 

If  he  but  find  a  fellowman 

Attuned  so  that  within  life's  span 

He  can  perform  his  harmony 

Through  ears  which  hear  and  eyes  which  see : 

(In  fine)  A  mortal-spirit  actually. 

To  press  through  throngs  of  mortals  here, 
Seeking  one  mortal  who  can  hear, 
Attend,  develop  without  fear, 
The  inner  part,  the  spirit,  soul, — 
The  part  which  God  reserves,  and  whole, 
Kequires  that  part  to  pay  its  toll, 
And  serve  through  Time  His  universe 
'Till  loftier  aims  remove  its  curse,— 
No  search,  but  one  I  know,  is  worse. 

Wake  to  the  fact  that  YOU  are  dead, 
Whom  none  would  lead  lest  you  be  led 
To  find  a  soul  without  your  head. 
To  rest  on  laurels  you  may  win 
In  this  poor  world  of  crime  and  sin, 
You'll  soon  learn  how  unwise  you've  been. 
The  "dead"  walk  here  with  claims  to  life; 
The  living  share  the  poor  "dead's"  strife; 
Where  mortals  are,  spirits  are  rife. 

Then  authors  "dead"  are  LIVING,  Miss; 
Perform  YOUR  work,  but  record  this: 
To  "die"  is  NOT  eternal  bliss. 
As  Jesus  saw,  some  see  to-day, 
And  leave,  as  He,  signs  on  the  way 
To  aid  the  spirits  cased  in  clay. 
To  ridicule  as  ghosts  the  "dead," 
Or  that  mortals  by  us  are  led, 


426  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Who  USE  YOU,  body,  heart,  and  head, 

Will  make  you  a  poor  sum  instead 

Of  knowing  life  INCLUDES  the  "dead." 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
July  30th,  '18. 

THE    VASSAL 

To  be  allotted  here  but  servitude, 
Through  Time  eternal  earth's  to  serve,  and  wait 
The  gratitude  of  those  you  serve  and  help: 
Such  is  the  spirit-lot  of  earth-bound  state. 

To  sit  a  vassal  at  poor  mortal's  feet, — 

Their  yea  or  nay,  assented  or  ungiven, — 

This  constitutes  the  spirit's  Paradise 

When  wide  is  flung  the  "golden-gates"  of  "heaven." 

Mary  was  wise  when  she  sat  at  His  feet, 
Imbued  of  Jesus'  works,  enduring  ever; 
Could  we  but  gain  the  longing  listening  ears, 
The  veil  would  lifted  be  that  here  doth  sever. 

To  see  as  Jesus  saw,  or  hear,  the  spirits, 
Few  mortals  think  even  this  writer  can; 
First  to  bring  faith  to  doubters  must  all  spirits, — 
'Tis  not  enough  He  died  and  rose  a  man. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

I. 

When  you  gave  me  your  heart  and  but  asked  I  would  keep 

Its  portals  ajar,  and  its  wee  god  from  sleep, 

You  asked  but  a  mite  and  I  gave  it  to  you; 

But  alas,  oh  alas,  what,  dear,  did  I  do? 

I  took  it  and  blest  it,  I  sat  in  its  door 

In  the  sun  of  a  shrine  I  should  never  leave  more! 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  427 

Now  I  linger  within,  and  I  take  off  my  shoes 
In  a  temple  of  God,  where  my  fear  is  to  lose 
The  rarest,  the  dearest,  of  God-given  things: 
The  love  that  abounds  in  a  heart,  dear,  that  sings. 
For  a  poet  can  love  as  no  other  may  do; 
And  a  poet  art  thou,  with  a  love  rare  and  true. 
Not  given  to  all  such  a  blessing  to  own! 
T  would  close  up  the  door,  and  be  inside  alone. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


TO    TALLADINO: 

Have  spirits  worked  some  tricks  for  you 
That  you  may  share  His  wonder  too? 
Has  aught  they  shared  or  they  could  do 
Made  up  for  neglect  of  One  true? 

Some  have  made  wonders  work  through  you? 
Applied  their  souls  then  to  undo 
The  everlasting  harm  undone 
By  robbers  of  a  helpless  one. 

A  brave  heart  must  have  been  in  you 
To  let  these  spirits  false  or  true 
Make  of  you  but  a  frying-pan 
To  serve  a  few  stale  tricks  to  man. 

What  has  your  heart  bereft  and  lone 
To  comfort  you  that  God  would  own. 
What  profit  then  has  life  to  show? 
Where  tricksters  are  now  must  YOU  go. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
N.  Y.  C.,  May  28th,  1918. 


428  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

HUBBARDS,  Nova  Scotia. 
There  is  a  little  hamlet  on  a  blue  inland  bay, 
Where  fleecy  cloudlets  are  adrift  throughout  the  golden  day. 
The  tiny  craft  sail  up  and  down,  white-gulls  'gainst  turquoise 

sky, 
Where  silence  is  the  rest  of  God,  and  fear  is  never  nigh. 

The  humble  folk  seafaring,  all  go  their  simple  ways; 
No  shadows  ever  gather  but  are  chased  by  gold  sun-rays. 
The  waving   fields  with   daisies   starred,   the   winding   roads 

fern-grown, 

Make  of  this  little  hainlet  a  gem  God  set  there  for  His  own ! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.)    % 

Feb.  18th,  1917. 

Note:   This  was  written  when  I  was  supposed  to  be  ill  and 

ordered  a  "rest-cure"  by  Dr. .  Was  not  ill,  but  did  hear 

the  voice  I  claimed  to  hear,  and  hear  it  still. 

June  13th,  1918.  Sarah  Shatford. 

A    LOVER'S    WISH 

0  love  me,  and  I  care  not  what  befall ; 

1  care  not  what  the  world  may  think  or  say, 
Just  love  me,  and  the  world  may  go  its  way, 
If  I  be  loved  of  thee  I'm  loved  of  all. 

The  Spring  may  weave  its  lover's  phantasies, — 
The  Summer  have  its  lovers  clasped  and  fond, — 
And  Autumn  with  its  ever  changing  mood 
May  herald  Winter  (hope  of  the  beyond) 
All  times  and  seasons  rife  with  stored-up  lore 
A  lover  finds  who  seeks  in  wisdom's  glee; 
But  one  thing,  one  alone  I  ask,  I  pray, 
Through  the  vicissitudes  of  time  or  place, 
Through  changes  of  the  earth,  or  air,  or  sea, — 
Fail  not  in  ever  loving — and,  love  ME. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  429 

THE    WORST   WOMAN    IN    THE    BIBLE 
When  the  Creator  made  for  man  a  world,  a  Paradise, 
And  He  created  then  a  mate  to  look  into  his  eyes, 
He  made  them  one,  and  gave  them  all,  asking  but  that  they  keep 
Just  one  tree's  fruit  untouched,  unpicked,  lest  they  should  fall, 
and  weep!    .    .    . 

The  Woman  whom  the  tempter  bought  (poor  Eve)  with  such 

a  price, 

The  world  has  paid,  is  paying  still,  as  Christ's  own  sacrifice 
Paid  on  the  cross,  where,  as  a  man  the  stainless  Nazarene 
Gave  up  His  life  to  set  all  free,  all  from  their  sins  to  wean. 

1st. 

Yet  living  but  in  embryo,  through  aeons  vast  of  time, 

Sinners  must  pay  the  penalty  for  one  fallen  woman's  crime. 

2nd. 

Yet  here  in  all  their  lustful  sins 

Men  live  throughout  their  time 

Seeking  the  pleasures  of  the  world 

Its  passions,  crime  and  slinie. 

And  still  in  embryo  must  live,  through  aeons  vast  of  time 

Sinners  wrho  pay  the  penalty  for  this  disobedient's  crime. 

Unless  through  Him  who  paid  for  them,  and  washed  their 

sins  away, 

Such  claim  the  blood  of  Jesus,  theirs,  and  seek  eternal  day, 
The  tempter  who  besought  poor  Eve,  inborn  in  all  mankind, 
Will  overpower  the  saintliest,  in  paths  that  wind  and  wind! 
N.  Y.  C.,  Sunday,  April  15th,  '17. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  8.) 

When  gifts  are  given  to  mortals  here, 
To  use  as  All-wise  God  decrees, 


430  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

They  must  lift  up  the  bitter  cup 

And  drink  it  to  the  lees. 

When  life  has  made  them  sour  at  last, 

And  naught  is  sweet  but  sin, 

They  think  of  all  the  years  they  lost, 

And  all  that  might  have  been. 

When  spirits  enter  then  to  use 

The  scrap  that  still  remains — 

They  scoff,  and  don  the  cap  and  bells, 

And  jibe  them  for  their  pains. 

When  last  the  curtain  is  rung  down, 

The  play  at  last  is  done — 

They  see  mistakes  at  last  l;hey  wish 

Had  never  been  begun. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

A   WOKD    OF    PKAISE 

Dec.  30th,  1916.    (Ten  days  after  first  hearing  the  voice)    S.  S 
A  word  of  praise  from  me  for  this  our  instrument, 
Accepted,  known  by  us,  as  heaven-sent. 
Until  her  like  on  earth  is  found  again 
Many  shall  know  but  disappointment's  pain. 
For  here  is  one  who  was  herself  a  poet. 
When  you  shall  read  these  lines,  then  all  will  know  it. 
For  here  I  write,  a  spirit,  by  her  hand, 
And  through  her  ear  I  speak  to  the  earthland 
That  it  shall  know  up  to  this  day  of  bliss 
No  spirit- workers  had  an  instrument  like  this. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit   (Through  Sarah  Shatford) 

"BEHOLD !  I  STAND  AT  THE  DOOR     .     .     ." 

Without  the  portal  of  each  man's  heart, 
But  waiting  to  enter  in, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  431 

The  Master  stands  with  a  light  Divine, 
To  show  where  His  path  has  been. 

He  stands  and  knocks,  He  knocks  and  waits 
For  some  stir  of  life  within, 
Longing  to  enter  if  ye  but  ask, 
And  to  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. 

Alas,  and  alas,  He  must  turn  away: 
For  no  answer  do  ye  give. 
His  sorrowing  heart  must  forever  ache 
That  without  Him  men  choose  to  live. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

•CONSIDER    THE    LILIES    OF    THE    FIELD 
In  a  field  where  the  Master  straj-ed 
On  a  beautiful  Summer-day, 
A  lily  lifted  her  head  so  tall, 
And  glorified  the  way. 
Benign  and  lowly  the  Master  paused, 
And  gazed  on  the  lily's  cup, 
And  thought  of  another  the  Father  held, 
From  which  His  Son  must  sup. 

At  last  with  compassion  the  Master  said, 

As  he  saw  the  sad  world's  need,— 

"Behold  the  lilies  of  the  field'; 

They  toil  not :  know  no  need. 

If  a  merciful  God  is  protecting  them, 

Shall  WE  ever  lack  OUR  meed?" 

The  Way  was  rough  and  long  and  hard 

They  followed  from  that  day; 

But  across  the  ages  roll  His  words 

To  brighten  our  dreary  way. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


432  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

VISION 

Apast  the  veil  would  mortals  see, 
Beyond  the  gates  of  "death"? 
Then  must  they  view  sad  sights  as  well, 
So  long  as  they  have  breath. 
When  spirits  come  back  to  the  earth 
In  view  of  mortal  eyes, 
All  are  not  beautiful,  with  wings, 
But  some  come  back  to  rise 
And  lifted  be  from  out  sin's  shapes: 
(Oh,  these  afflict  the  sight) 
They  come  for  help  most  any  hour 
Of  mortal's  day  or  night. 
Until  you  give  this  help  to  them, 
And  help  them  on  their  way, 
They  cling  in  sin's  deformities; 
And  hideous  are  they! 
So  this  is  what  it  means  to  see: 
These  spirits  must  have  room. 
You  cannot  choose  but  light  their  way 
Once  you  have  seen  their  gloom. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  2nd,  1917. 

A   GARDEN   CELESTIAL 

In  the  fields  of  Elysia,  the  garden  of  God, 

Are  flowers  never  known  on  the  earth: 

For  those  the  great  Giver  bestowed  upon  man, 

Are  but  half  of  the  flower-kingdom's  birth. 

As  spirits  press  on  to  the  blessings  of  God, 

Entitled  are  they  these  to  share: 

For  the  worlds  upon  worlds  where  new  blessings  await, 

Are  unthinkable  fair, — oh  so  fair. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  433 

Each  spirit  must  earn  every  kingdom  he  shares, — 

Through  service  and  love  his  reward: 

And  the  kingdom-of-flowers  is  the  first  one  he  sees 

When  he  leaves  the  rough  road  that  was  hard. 

Oh  happy  is  he  who  arrives  where  these  be, 

And  he  has  not  to  work  his  way  there; 

For  the  earth  never  grew  any  flowers  on  its  plane 

That  with  spirit-flowers  could  half  compare. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Dec.  29th,  1916. 

Ten  days  after  first  hearing  the  direct  voice.    S.  S. 

W.  S.  To  rER VERTS:    (His  own  title) 

O  to  be  loved  by  a  lover  again 

As  once  on  the  earth  loved  was  I. 

O  to  be  worshipped  as  this  one  did  me, 

Who  worships  me  still  in  God's  sky. 

O  but  to  know  the  rapture  we  knew 

Once  more  to  look  into  his  eyes, — 

Where  the  impulse  of  love  was  the  prayer  which  we  used, 

Forgetting  our  God  in  the  skies. 

Oh  that  you  knew  what  may  await  you 

Who  transgress  the  Maker's  own  law: 

Or  could  I  impart  what  to  us  befell 

Whose  love  was  the  god  which  we  saw. 

While  the  earth  was  alive  with  His  beauteous  Art, 

Forever  our  natures  we  killed 

By  loving  earth's  love  in  a  perverts  own  way, 

Forgetting  His  love  as  we  willed. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  26th,  1917. 
N.  Y.  C. 


434  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

]STote:   "W.  S.  not  like  to  ask  you  to  write  this,  but  it  is  to 
prove  W.  S.  is  W.  S.  still." 

"That  we  cannot  escape  punishment, — that  we  cannot  evade 
God's  law  eventually, 

That  we  must  pay  and  suffer,  no  matter  where, — 

For  all  wrong  doing  however  trite. 

That  we  live  on  with  the  same  longings  and  loves  we  take 
with  us,  until  we  outgrow  or  outlive  these." 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

A    FLUTE    OF    GOD 
O  shepherdess  upon  God's  hills,  through  whom  we  call  His 

sheep, 

We  place  thee  in  our  bosoms  with  our  prayers  that  He  may  keep 
This  flute  of  ours,  (this  flute  is  thee!)  high  on  the  mountain — 

steep 
Where   stars   of   Thine   sing   harmonies  attuned   ears   know 

divine. 
Though  earth  may  quake  with  mortal's  woe,  this  flute,  God, 

keep  it  Thine! 
Until,  through  us,  she  call  Thy  flock,  and  passes  to  Thy  shrine. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 
Dec.  28th,  1916. 

THE  ROSE  OF  PARADISE 

I  look  at  this  rose  you  have  given  to  me, 

And  discern  it  the  work  of  Thy  hand. 

I  fondle  its  petals,  and  wish  I  could  see 

The  very  first  rose  of  roseland! 

The  tint  of  its  colour,  its  exquisite  hue, 

I  perceive  by  the  Artist  was  made : 

But  I  long  to  go  back  to  the  time  before  Time 

When  its  very  first  pattern  was  laid 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  435 

On  the  bush  in  the  Garden  to  make  it  complete, 
As  the  breath  of  the  Maker  breathed  on  it  so  sweet. 
For  I  know  that  He  smiled,  and  thought  His  work  fair, 
When  He  made  the  first  rose-bud,  ensconsing  it  there 
Midst  His  wondrous  perfections,  His  gifts  to  His  own. 
This  fragrance  He  gave  thee,  'tis  thine,  rose,  alone! 
Dec.  29th,  1916. 
Ten  days  after  first  hearing  the  voice. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

When  we  look  at  the  world  and  its  outcasts  of  sin, 
And  we  hug  to  our  breasts  only  gold, 
And  count  the  world's  riches  by  what  the  gold  buys— 
Or  what  we  have  bought  or  have  sold, 

We  pass  by  the  rarest  and  greatest  of  gems 

The  like  of  them  never  is  told — 

But  to  eyes  that  are  mortal  these  gifts  are  unseen 

Less  through  spirit  these  gifts  you  behold. 

Dear  heart  when  we  part  at  the  close  of  each  day, 
And  wing  our  way  back  to  our  place, 

We  speak  of  and  see  no  other  but  thee 

In  our  dreams  we  see  even  thy  face. 

O  love  when  above  and  away  from  this  world 

Thou  dost  travel  at  last  to  our  land- 
Shall  you  know  as  you  go  back  and  forth  to  the  earth, 
What  you  owe  to  your  own  spirit-band. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Note:    "Is  W.  S.  doing  it,  or  you?" 

"You."   (S.  S.) 

"Then  let  me  do  it."   W.  S. 

While  the  good  must  pay,  for  all  they  say, 

And  the  bad  shall  reap  sown  seed, 

There  is  none  so  vile  on  the  great  Highway, 


436  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

As  to  spurn  a  brother's  need. 

For  the  bad  are  good  though  they  found  it  not 

'Till  they  reached  the  Judgment  Gate; 

When  they  found  themselves  just  as  they  were, 

And  knew  it  was  all  too  late. 

When  a  man  gives  up  his  old  clay  house, 

And  alone  as  spirit  stands, 

He  finds  his  past  all  written  down, 

And  its  record  in  his  hands. 

While  he  waits  outside  to  be  taken  in, 

And  wonders  he  is  alone, 

And  if  what  he  finds  upon  the  scroll 

Is  to  all  the  others  known? 

He  waits  and  waits,  is  waiting  still — 

In  a  hell  he  has  made  his  own — 

While  a  woman  waits,  who  must  love  him  still, 

And  pays  for  the  seed  he's  sown. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

When  shall  men  rise  to  do  God's  will : 

When  shall  men  know  that  "peace,  be  still" 

Rebukes  all  evil,  as  the  sea 

Was  calmed  by  Him  of  Galilee. 

When  shall  all  see  that  Life's  short  span 

Must  predetermine  for  each  man 

The  future  where  he  must  begin 

To  free  his  soul  from  lust  and  sin. 

What  profit  then  hath  any  man 

Until  he  do  all  that  he  can 

To  save  his  very  soul  alive? 

If  this  be  lost, — what  though  all  thrive. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  8th,  '17. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  437 

THE    NEW-BORN    YEAR 
Old  Father  Time  stood  at  the  wide  open  door 
Through  which  he  had  entered  a  babe  but  of  yore, 
And  he  gazed  on  the  infant  but  one  second  old 
E're  he  passed  through  the  portal,  out  into  the  cold. 

How  fair  is  the  new-born, — how  worn  is  the  old,— 
What  blessings  are  waiting,  new  joys  yet  untold, 
When  the  spirit  once  closes  the  old  earthy  door, 
And  crosses  the  portal  of  life  evermore. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Dec.  31st,  1916. 

FAITHFUL    AND    TRUE 

In  the  land  where  mortals  go  hence 
When  their  spirits  leave  the  clod, 
There  is  not  one  to  grasp  their  hand 
And  lead  them  forth  to  God. 

No  spirit  traveler  on  the  way 
Will  help  him  bear  his  pack; 
He  carries  all  his  earthly  crimes 
And  sins  on  his  own  back. 

He  tarries,  rests,  and  plods  along 
Wherever  is  his  road, 
Intent  upon  his  journey's  end — 
Borne  by  his  heavy  load. 

Except  a  spirit  known  of  yore 
Should  meet  him  and  clasp  hands, 
There  are  but  strangers  everywhere 
At  first,  in  spirit-lands. 

The  one  who  writes  will  be  alone 
And  find  no  hand  to  shake, 


438  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Unless  she  strings  and  does  her  best, 
She'll  soon  a  spirit  make. 

For  I  shall  go  and  come  no  more, 
Nor  tarry  by  her  side — 
And  old  Bill  Shakespeare  then  will  seek 
Another  spirit-bride. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Sept.  2nd,  1917,  N.  Y.  C. 


MESSAGES  FOE  THE  SOLDIER'S  COMFORT  BAGS 
American  Red  Cross,  411  Fifth  Ave.,  N.  Y. 

(From  W.  S.) 

There  IS  a  God  Who   sees,  and  knows. 
There  is  a  God  Who  loves,  and  grieves. 
And  mightier  than  His  wind  that  blows, 
His  hand,  that  fashioned  flowers  and  leaves, 
And  tender  life;  and  all  for  man; 
Then  bade  us  live  as  brothers  can. 

W.  S.  In  spirit 

Take  heart,  oh  brave  and  true, 

In  everything  you  do. 

The  end  must  come,  e'en  to  war's  woe: 

And  God  is  yours  where  last  you  go. 

W.  S. 

Keep  on,  nor  stop,  until  'tis  done 
'Till  driven  off  is  every  Hun. 
And  seek  no  shelter  but  with  God, 
Despoiling  naught,  even  His  sod. 

W.  S. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  439 

Tenderer  than  a  Mother's  hand 
Is  His  who  moulded  the  fair  land, 
And  gave  to  all  His  love,  the  same: 
And  pardon,  too,  who  call  His  name. 

W.  S.  In  spirit 

Oh  do  not  take  your  heart  away — 
Just  leave  me  this,  and  I  will  stay 
Out  in  the  field  or  anywhere. 
To  think  on  thee,  how  fair,  so  fair. 

Oh,  keep  a  nest  free  from  the  (w)rest, 
Where  in  your  thought  shall  dwell  apart, 
And  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
Shall  we  commune  as  heart  to  heart. 

W.  S.  In  spirit 

God  bless  thee,  Soldier-Boy,  and  take  thy  hand, 
And  lead  thee  safe  back  to  the  unspoiled  land! 
When  thou  art  passed  through  fire  of  earthly  hell, 
If  God  still  hold  thy  hand,  all  must  be  well. 

W.  S.  In  spirit 

A  Father  over  all  is  yours,  my  lad ; 
Thou  art  His  child ;  He  loves  thee  well : 
Then  lift  your  eyes  unto  His  face, 
And  to  Him  every  secret  tell. 

W.  S.  In  spirit 
June  28th,  1917. 

SELF-ABNEGATION 

Oh  could  I  speak  and  rouse  the  zeal  of  all 
To  sacrifice  themselves  as  you  have  done. 


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What  would  the  soldiers  of  the  Nations  give 
For  such  as  YOU  after  their  war  is  won, 
To  solve  their  problems  most  unsolvable: 
To  aid  them  in  their  dreary  search  for  bread. 
Oh  may  the  God  Who  sent  you  to  this  land 
Still  guide  you:  (for  by  Him  must  you  BE  led.) 
I  looked  at  you  and  envied  many  a  grace 
Which  shone  through  all  you  said,  your  girlish  face; 
Beyond  all  this  I  envied  most  that  Power 
Which  works  through  you,  and  saved  you  for  this  hour. 
W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

We  MUST  live,  though  we  will  or  would  not, — 
We  must  THRIVE,  whatsoe'er  be  our  lot; 
So  make  up  your  mind  to  seek,  and  to  FIND 
While  the  world  is  a  beautiful  spot. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


ANGELS    EN    PASSANT 

(To  Mrs.  ,   American  Red  Cross,  Headquarters  411 

Fifth  Avenue. 

A  friend  whose  face  and  charming  grace 
Beloved  of  all  who  knew  her  here, 
Has  left  a  yearning,  unfilled  place 
Within  all  hearts,  which  hold  her  dear. 

And  so  it  is  the  angels  pass, — 
And  ever  pass  who  come  our  way. 
A  fluttering,  stirring  wing,  alas 
But  memories  of  their  happy  day. 

Where  they  may  go  we  cannot  know, 
For  angels  wings  carry  afar! 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  441 

THOUGH  HEAVEN  ITSELF  BE  SPANGLED  O'ER, 
THERE  IS  BUT  ONE  FAIR  EVENING  STAR! 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 
July  25th,  1917. 

(Mrs.  joined  the   American  Red   Cross  in   France 

shortly  after  this  was  written.) 

PEACE 

Take  down  the  striped  banners,  and  on  their  staves  instead 
Unfurl  the  flag  of  lasting  peace,  in  memory  of  the  "dead," 
Who  bravely  died  to  speed  the  time  when  kings  should  be 

dethroned 
And  each  should  bow  to  God  alone;  his  soul  by  Him  be  owned. 

Unfurl  the  banners  white  and  clean  to  herald  the  new  age 
When  crime  of  war  has  ceased  for  aye, — writ  its  last  ghastly 

page 
In  blood  and  fire,  branded  through  time  on  souls  and  hearts 

and  lands, 

The  miseries  wrought  by  Kaiserdom: 
The  stain  upon  those  hands! 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 

WOUNDS 

Scarred  by  ten  million  wounds 
No  penetrating  eye  can  see, 
I  bare  my  flesh  to  shot  and  shell, 
Nor  care  for  gold's  indemity. 

No  hero  from  the  fields  of  war 
Knows  more  of  battle  wounds  than  I: 
I'll  go — and  give — and  serve — and  trust, — 
And  if  it  be  God's  will,  I'll  "die." 

For  S.  T.  S.  W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


442  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

Fountain  of  Life  from  which  we  draw 
The  waters  clean  and  cool, 
Healing  the  palsied  sinner  as 
At  old  Bethsaida's  pool, — 
Fountain  of  Help  for  sinner's  clay, 
Cleanse  from  stain  my  soul  today: 
Keep  me  clean — refresh  my  soul — 
'Till  mind  hath  seen,— 
'Till  I  am  whole. 

For  S.  S.    W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SACRIFICE 

"Give  up  your  gems  and  gold,"  the  Emperor-said: 
"Take  all  you  have,  pay  toll  of  war-of-wars! 
Count  not  the  cost  in  privy-purse,  or  souls, 
Or  tortured  hearts,  beneath  my  chariot  Mars. 
Give  me  your  souls;  I  am  divine  by  right; 
My  wheels  shall  crush  Old  England  in  her  plight! 
My  skill  in  war  is  heralded  on  high, 
Und  "Gott  strafe  England,"  is  our  divine  cry." 

Thus  might  has  ruled,  would  rule  the  land  today: 
Thus  Emperors  may  take  men's  soul  away, 
And  pilfer  from  the  widowed  their  last  gem; 
And  who  shall  William  II  sway  or  stem! 

But  wait.     Soon  must  the  life-tides  ebb  and  cease. 
The  craven  glowers  in  madness,  but  seeks  peace. 
At  last  the  world  has  barred  fast  every  door 
Where  barbarous  Huns  may  ravage,  scourge,  and  pour 
Their  venomed,  hating  wrath,  or  spue  their  lust 
For  power  to  rule  the  world,  and  own  its  dust. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  443 

Barred  soon  the  Gate  where  prisoners  long  must  wait, 
Which  opens  not  to  summoned  Emperor's  hate. 
Closed  the  Great  Heart  where  all  must  bow  to  fate, 
Where  toll  is  paid  in  full — God's  judgment  gate. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
N.  Y.  C.,  July  28th,  1917. 

A    BIRD 

A  bird  soars  in  the  blue  above, 
A  clap  of  wings  is  heard; 
(And  every  mortal  sometimes  longs 
They  had  been  born  a  bird) 
To  heavenly  heights  they  fly  and  seek: 
Who  does  not  love  a  bird? 
It  takes  me  back  three  centuries, 
This  charming  little  word! 
They  build  and  mate,  they  travel  far, — 
Industrious  they  raise 
A  feathered  tribe,  (each  one  God  marks) 
(And  knows  its  plans  and  ways!) 
To  build  a  nest,  to  make  a  home, 
To  raise  a  little  brood, — 
Not  noblier  things  do  most  men  here, 
As  I  have  understood. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  13th,  '17. 

NO  MOKE! 

No  more  shall  Shakespeare  stay  on  here 
Where  no  one  cares,  nor  speaks  to  me, 
Have  I  no  company  at  last 
To  play  my  parts  of  gallantry! 
Here  as  I  live  my  soul  rebells 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Against  the  lot  I  chose  as  mine — 
And  as  I  live  no  other  one 
Shall  have  me  work  a  work  divine. 
My  soul  is  tired:      my  harvest  stored: 
I  go  to  meet  what  I  have  sown : 
Then  come  along  and  reap  yours  too, 
You  are  to  be  at  last  mine  own. 

W.  S.   In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

This  war  is  a  war  of  Nation  against  Nation  for  the  purpose 
of  exemplifying  their  strength  of  arms  on  land  and  sea  in 
order  to  expand  the  territory  of  Germany  and  increase  its 
commerce  on  the  high  seas. 

This  is  the  most  terrible  war  in  history,  more  ruthless  and 
cruel,  more  fatalities,  more  wounded  and  killed  than  in  any 
other  war  since  time  began. 

They  are  fighting  to  appease  the  honor  of  Belgium  which 
was  invaded,  and  in  order  to  keep  the  Huns  from  ruling  the 
whole  world  which  they  will  do  sooner  or  later  W.  S.  sees 
(and  he  does  not  see).  So  you  see  W.  S.  knows  about  it 
more  than  you  who  inhabit  the  earth  and  are  a  student  of 
modern  times  while  he  is  a  dead  man  who  is  alive  yet. 

W.  S.    In  Spirit. 

SONG 

Oh  take  me  to  your  heart  and  bid  me  stay 
Until  the  last,  the  final  judgment  day. 
Then  when  I  pass  to  memories  at  last, 
My  Paradise  no  one  can  take  away! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 

Oh  come  where  the  sea  is  calling  to  thee, 
Where  the  breakers  dash  and  roar. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  445 

We  will  cross  to  the  lands  which  battle  to  free 

Posterity   evermore 

From  the  grasp  of  kings  or  emperors. 

Dominion  of  heart  and  soul 

Is  the  only  rule  we  shall  know,  permit, 

When  the  monster  crawls  back  to  his  hole! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Aug.  16th,  1917. 

A   LOVER'S   KISS 

(Song) 

Why  do  you  say  that  the  world  is  all  wrong? 
When  I  come  where  there's  such  love  as  this 
I  feel  that  from  heaven  I  had  been  shut  out, 
And  your  arms  held  but  heaven's  own  kiss. 

Oh  why  do  you  say  that  the  world  is  all  wrong, 

When  the  world  holds  a  heart  that's  so  true? 

I  would  fling  the  stars  down  could  I  share  such  a  love, — 

And  be  for  an  hour,  friend,  but  You. 

The  world  is  not  wrong  when  it  holds  such  two  lips, — 
And  the  world  is  not  bad  with  the  heart  that  you  hold: 
I  would  sell  out  my  palace  and  be  but  a  tramp, 
Could  I  share  but  a  tithe  of  its  gold! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

HEARTS  AFLAME 

When  your  heart  and  mine  were  caught  up  by  God's  spark, 
And  the  flame  of  a  love  burned  that  never  would  die, 
I  knew  there  was  heaven  on  God's  earth  alone, 
So  happy,  so  happy  was  I. 

When  your  love  met  mine  and  I  longed  but  to  give 
The  most  sacred  fires  that  were  mine, 


SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 


A  spark  more  than  earthly,  a  spark  from  on  high 
Enkindled  our  love  so  divine. 

When  your  lips  met  mine  and  I  gave  all  I  had, 
And  but  wished,  dear,  that  I  could  give  more, 
I  felt  that  a  God  must  come  down  from  the  sky 
To  bless  love  from  one  I  adore. 

When  you  offered  me  wine  and  I  looked  at  your  lips, 

When  I  held  you  in  love's  fond  embrace, 

I  knew  that  no  cup  a  good  heaven  could  send 

Could  ever  fill  up  your  lost  place. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Dec.  23rd,  1916. 

TO  THE  WINDS  AND  THE  SEA 

(Song) 

To  the  winds  and  the  sea,  Oh  bear  me! 
To  the  beautiful  blue,  blue  sea! 
For  to  these,  and  these  only, 
Can  I  tell  my  secret  of  thee! 

Oh  bear  me  out  o'er  the  vastness, 
O'er  waves  of  the  mighty  deep  ! 
My  love  for  thee  to  the  winds  and  the  sea 
Will  I  tell,  and  my  secret  they'll  keep! 

To  the  spray  will  I  say,  "She  is  like  thee!" 
To  the  wind  will  I  liken  her  mind  ! 
Like  the  sea  that  is  surging  and  surging 
Is  this  love  in  my  heart  I  find! 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 

HEAVENS   HOLD 

Heavens  hold  the  hearts  of  loved  ones 
Who  are  hovering  in  this  room  — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  447 

Sad,  and  lone,  and  ever  longing 
These  return  to  reason's  loom, 
Thinking  that  your  eyes  may  open, 
Part  the  mist-like  veil  between, 
Making  others  happy  through  you; 
Heaven  is  here — could  you  but  lean 
On  the  unseen  hovering  round  you 
Waiting  but  the  chance  to  aid: 
Time  would  not  hold  aching  hearts  here 
If  they  knew  you  unafraid. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

RESOLVE 

Put  strife  away  and  from  war's  time 
All  hate  and  murderous  thoughts  decry, — 
With  new  resolve  and  purpose  high 
A  new  world  make  of  peace  and  rhyme. 
Watch  thine  own  self  if  thou  art  true, — 
To  make  a  man  begin  within: 
Then  help  thy  brother  with  his  task 
To  free  his  soul  from  hate  and  sin. 
Take  up  the  burdens  and  the  cross, 
And  shoulder  them   (a  privilege  rare)- 
For  the  same  God  who  knows  the  loss, 
Must  be  the  God  to  share  and  care. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

HELP    ME    TO    PKAY 
Help  me  to  pray  but  the  simplest  prayer; 
For  by  Him  it  will  be  understood. 
He  knows  all  my  crosses,  He  knows  all  my  trials, 
How  I  would  be  good  if  I  could. 
Help  me  to  pray  but  a  few  halting  words 


448  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Which   a  merciful   God  understands; 

For  I've  forfeited  all  by  a  wicked  life  here: 

Soul-soiled  and  empty  my  hands. 

Help  me  to  pray  but  a  short  prayer  each  day ; 

He  will  always  lift  up  if  we  sup  from  His  cup, 

Then  we'll  meet  Him  one  day  without  fear. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 

BROTHERMEN 

Oh  when  will  men  be  brothers. 

Oh  when  will  fighting  cease. 

When  God  declares  a  truce  at  last, 

Then,  then  shall  there  be  peace. 

Oh  when  shall  brothers  cease  to  war? 

And  Nations  all  be  friends? 

When  war  is  done,  and  Christ  appears 

O'er  fields,  seas,  mountains,  glens. 

The  time  is  here  and  now  at  hand 

When  men  shall  know  their  God. 

When  Christ  walks  over  battlefields, 

And  the  "dead"  rise  from  the  sod. 

This  is  no  time  to  wonder  how 

The  miracles  of  old  were  wrought: 

The  time  is  near  when  all  shall  see 

The  Christ  whose  life  was  bought 

That  men  should  find,  and  worship  God, 

And  free  their  lives  from  sin: 

The  love  for  lust  and  gold  and  gain 

Bars  out  the  God  within. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 

LOVE'S  BIRTH  RENEWED 

Tired  of  the  world  and  its  heartaches,  weary  of  all  its  sin, 
Mortals  see  throngs  of  angels  bearing  the  love-tides  in. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  449 

Pained  by  the  sad  world's  bloodshed,  tortured  by  war's  great 

loss, 
Earth  is  beholding  the  sorrow  of  living  without  the  cross. 

He  Who  was  sorely  anguished  bearing  the  whole  world's  sin 
Soon  will  be  leading  the  angels,  bearing  the  love-tides  in. 
Folded  within  His  bosom  pardon  for  all  His  world. 
Legions  and  legions  of  angels,  all  with  love's  banners  unfurled, 

Soon  will  have  opened  the  heavens,  nearer  and  nearer  to  earth, 
Christ  will  be  leading  the  angels  back  to  renew  Love's  birth. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 
Jan.  7th,  1917. 

I    SHALL    KNOW    HIM 

(Song) 
I  shall  know  Him  when  I  see  Him,  by  the  garment  white  He 

wears ; 
I  shall  know  Him  when  my  soul  leaps  on  the  way  in  which 

He  fares. 

I  shall  know  Him  by  the  brightness  that  His  holy  aspect  bears, 
When  my  Saviour  lifts  the  burden  of  my  earthly  woes  and 

cares ! 

I  shall  know  Him  when  the  boatman  has  but  only  touched 
the  shore; 

I  shall  find  Him  with  my  longing  to  be  with  Him  evermore. 
I  shall  hear  Him,  gentle  Jesus,  who  has  even  called  to  me : 
I  shall  know  Him  when  I  see  Him  who  died  to  set  me  free ! 
W.  S.  In  Spirit  (For  Sarah  Shatford) 

HAVE  YOU  ANY  USE  FOR  JESUS? 

(Song) 

Have  you  any  use  for  Jesus?   He  who  died  upon  the  cross? 
All  in  vain  have  been  His  sorrows?   All  in  vain  will  be  your 
loss. 


450  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Has  He  any  use  for  sinners?  He  who  paid  their  souls  to  save? 
Is  there  hope  of  their  redemption,  if  in.  sin  these  reach  the 

grave? 

Have  I  any  use  for  Jesus?    He  who  died  that  I  might  live? 
Let  me  give  my  soul,  acclaim  Him,  while  I  am  on  earth  to  give. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 

COME    AND    SEE. 

(Song) 

Are  you  halting,  sad  and  lonely, — "Come  and  see." 
Jesus  died  for  sinners  only, — "Come  and  see." 
Take  the  "bread  of  life"  He  offers, 
Give  the  soul  a  sinner  proffers, 
Come-and-see. 

Are  you  weary  and  heart-riven?  "Come  and  see," — 

Leave  the  past;  'tis  all  forgiven;  "Come-and-see." 

Take  the  first  step  on  God's  highway, 

Give  your  soul  to  Him  today, — 

Give  the  soul  a  sinner  proffers, 

Take  the  "bread  of  life"  He  offers: 

Come  and  see. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through  S.  S.) 


WAITING  AT  THE  DOOR 
OR,  His  HERITAGE 

(Song) 

For  every  pain  that  Jesus  bore,  a  thousand  joys  He  gave  to  me. 
I  have  to  open  but  the  door,  then  all  these  joys  I  see: 
Eternal  life,  forgiveness,  truth,  a  cross,  and  victory, 
Forbearance,  love,  a  wounded  side,  faith  and  humility. 
These  are  not  half  the  heritage  He  left  who  set  me  free. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  451 

For  every  tear  that  Jesus  shed,  a  thousandfold  His  love  is  dear. 
To  know  He  wept  for  sinners  dead  makes  my  acceptance  clear. 
Forgiveness,  love,  a  martyrs  crown,  and  trust  and  loyalty, — 
These  are  not  half  my  heritage  that  Jesus  left  to  me. 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN    JESUS    SHALL    CALL    ME    HIS    OWN 

(Song) 

I  can  walk  in  the  way  where  His  footsteps  have  trod, 
No  matter  how  thorny,  they  lead  to  His  God. 
If  I  call  on  His  name  I'll  be  never  alone; 
For  Jesus  now  calls  me  His  own,  His  own! 

If  I  falter  or  fall  where  His  own  cross  He  bore, 
And  rise  as  He  rose,  and  press  on  as  of  yore, 
I  can  know  in  His  name  all  forgiveness  is  sown, 
If  Jesus  but  call  me  His  own, — His  own ! 

If  you  hunger  or  thirst  for  Divine  tenderness, 
Or  yearn  for  the  Light  in  life's  vast  wilderness, 
You  can  feast,  and  be  fed,  with  the  bread  not  a  stone, 
If  you  will  ask  Jesus  to  call  you  His  own! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (For  Sarah  Shatford) 

LOST    IN    THE    WILDERNESS 

(Song) 

Lost  in  the  wilderness,  Lord,  I  cry  to  Thee. 
Doubting  and  fears  beset,  which  ever  way  I  flee. 
Scarred  by  sin's  brambles  in  the  forest  dark, 
Even  my  soul  is  torn,  harken,  Oh  hark! 
See  my  poor  poverty,  Lord,  as  I  cry  to  Thee, — 
Help  my  distress: 
Thy  footprints  led  me  not;  these  alone  can  bless. 


452  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

Chorus : 

Leave  Thy  footprints  in  the  Way, 
That  I  may  see  which  way  to  take! 
Light  up  my  wilderness,  for  Jesus'  sake. 
Oh,  will  I  follow  Thee, 
Lord,  wilt  Thou  rescue  me! 
This  is  my  lost  soul's  plea, 
For  Jesus'  sake! 

Lost  on  the  raging  sea,  Lord,  hear  my  cry. 
Saviour  of  Galilee,  Thy  peace  is  ever  nigh. 
Speak  to  my  wave-tosst  soul,  lost  in  the  dark! 
Christ,  Thou  canst  save  alone ;  save,  save  my  barque. 
Wrecked  though  my  poor  craft  be,  Lord,  Lord,  I  cry  to 

Thee. 

Help  my  distress. 
Thy  footprints  on  life's  sea,  they  alone  can  bless ! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (For  Sarah  Shatford) 

THE  LOVE  YOU  HAVE  FOUND  WITH  JESUS 

(Song) 

Tell  it  to  others,  the  love  you  have  found, 
The  love  you  have  found  with  Jesus. 
Give  of  its  bounty,  spread  it  around, 
The  love  you  have  found  in  Jesus. 

Share  it  with  others,  the  promise  you've  known, 
The  promise  you've  known  of  Jesus. 
Tell  them  all  truly  it  may  be  their  own, 
The  promise  of  life  in  Jesus. 

Live  it  within  you,  the  Christ  you  have  claimed, 
Tht  Christ  you  have  claimed  with  Jesus. 
He's  the  Physician  of  halt,  blind,  and  maimed, 
The  Christ  all  may  find  in  Jesus. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  453 

Tell  it  and  share  it,  live  it  and  wear  it, 
The  love  you  have  found  in  Jesus. 
Whoever's  a  cross,  it  will  help  them  to  bear  it, 
The  love  of  our  own  Christ  Jesus. 

W.  S.    In  spirit    (Through   S.  S.) 

"THERE  SHALL  BE  NO  NIGHT"  WITH  JESUS 

(Song) 
There   is   no   place  where  Thou   art  not,   no   life  but   Thou 

canst  fill: 

For  every  sinful,  shameful  blot,  Thy  precious  blood  didst  spill. 
When  from  the  vast  and  silent  dome  of  His  immortal  sky 
Christ  shall  appear  and  claim  His  own,  Oh,  do  not  pass  me  by ! 

When  all  are  called  to  righteousness,  and  each  by  name  is 

known, — 
Oh  may  I  hear  Thee  call  MY  name,  and  claim  ME  as  Thine 

own! 
When  from  the  world,  no  longer  mine,  my  soul,  at  last,  takes 

flight, 
Christ  take  me  'neath  Thy  sheltering  wing,  apast  eternal  night. 

Chorus : 

"There  shall  be  no  night  (there)  with  Jesus: 
In  God's  eternal  day: 
When  all  is  done,  His  only  Son 
"Shall  wipe  all  tears  away." 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

HARVEST    OF    THORNS 

(Song) 

I  see  Thee  wounded  on  the  cross, 
Where,  Lord,  for  me,  you  died. 
I  see  the  cruel  thorns  of  Thy  crown 


454  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Where  Thou  wast  crucified. 

My  own  life  then  a  mockery  seems, 

A  harvest  but  of  thorn — 

No  seed  of  Thy  Divinity 

In  my  poor  soul,  forlorn. 

I  see  thee  lifted  from  the  tomb 

By  angels  from  on  High: 

I  hear  the  voice  of  Magdalene 

Utter  a  joyful  cry — 

My  own  heart  thrills  with  hope  at  last,  no  one  need  be  forlorn 

For  life  is  robbed  of  death's  last  sting: 

Through  Christ  all  are  new-born. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 


THE    GKACE    OF    GOD 

Through  Him  the  Saviour  shares  each  cross. 
And  glorifies  all  of  earth  loss. 
Through  Him  we  share  His  cross,  and  gain 
Eternal  life,  freed  from  our  sin  and  stain. 

By  His  intent  we  are  of  Him. 
He  Fathered  all:    gives  every  breath. 
He  walks  beside  the  storm  swept  sea; 
He  takes  the  soul,  and  spares  it  death. 

He  is  the  utmost  tenderness: 
There  is  no  grace  but  of  the  Lord. 
He  gave  His  Son  to  prove  His  might; 
And  gives  us  of  His  own  accord 

Each  perfect  gift  His  children  share. 
The  last,  most  perfect  gift,  He  keeps 
Until  we  have  repaid  His  care. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

I  write  hereou  who  came  to  pay 
The  God  whose  love  is  everywhere. 

W.  S.    In  spirit   (Through  S.  S.) 
N.  O.,  La.,  Oct.  25th,  1918. 

THIS    IS    THINE 

The   powers   divine   have   given   thee 
A  rare  harp  but  untrue: 
They  work  and  try  and  thread  and  ply, 
To  make  a  string  all  new. 

Thine  own  and  inner  secret  self 
Will  make  this  music  rare, 
When  newly  strung  this  instrument 
Past  any  will  compare. 

Then  pause.  Be  true    .     .     and  fine  and  high. 
Attune  the  string  when  strung, 
When  never  finer  instrument 
The  heavens  thou'llt  find   among. 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

ON    A    WILLOW    BOUGH 

(A  duet) 

"Have  you  a  lover  better  than  the  Spring?" 
(Said  the  south  wind  to  a  bird  awing) 
"Feel  his  warm  kiss — his  tenderest  caress! 
Pluming  you  forth  in  your  royal  dress!" 
"Behold  the  banquet  Spring  spreads  for  you: 
Have  you  a  lover  so  fond  or  true?"     .     .     . 

(Birdie  then  rested  on  a  willow-bough) 
"Chirp-chirp!"  called  she,  "Hurry,  hurry-now!" 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

"Chirp-chirp-chirping,  chirp,  chirp!"  chirped  HE, — 
"THIS  is  my  valentine, — and,  really,  he  suits  ME ! 
W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.  for  Birdie  S.) 

SPRING'S  JOYOUS  NOTES 

(Song) 

Come  to  the  woods,  O  come  and  meet  with  Spring! 
Where  every   rivulet  plays  for  the  birds  that   sing! 
Come  seek  the  fairy-flowers,  where  lacy  shadows  fling, 
Come  where  the  building  birds  are  on  the  wing ! 

Come  to  the  woods,  and  watch  the  peeping  things,  — 
Come  where  the  wild-bird  undaunted  sings! 
Let  us  forget!    Cold  winter  now  is  past. 
Spring's  joyous  notes,  ring  out  at  last! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  8.  S.) 

CHRIST    OF    PEACE 

(Song) 

Come  joy  with  me  and  sing  a  song: 
Let  anthems  ring  wide,  clear  and  long, — 
A  babe  Divine  is  borne  to-day 
Who  will  cleanse  mortal's  sin  away! 
And  when  men  see  the  glorious  sight, 
'Twill  make  them  long  all  wrongs  to  right. 
In  earth  or  sky  there  is  one  King 
Whose  praises  all  must  one  day  sing! 
'Tis  He,  the  Christ  of  humble  birth, 
Whose  peace  must  ring  throughout  the  earth. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

"A  string,  Sarah, — just  a  string  to  bind.    June  12th,  '17.) 

W.  S.   In  Spirit. 
Keep  me  within  thy  memory  when  all  the  rest  are  dead, — 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  457 

When  all  the  world  has  turned  away,  I  came,  and  I  have  led 
And  I  would  lead,  and  help,  and  keep  thee  ever  for  mine  own, — 
So  keep  me  in  thy  memory,  nor  fling  at  me  a  stone. 

No  warrior  ever  led  a  charge  up  any  hill  so  high 
As  I  have  climbed  in  keeping  you,  and  making  you  keep  nigh. 
So  keep  me  in  thy  memory,  until  the  last  is  done 
For  which  I  came,  nor  wound  nor  maim,  until  OUR  war  is  won ! 

W.  S.    In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

Take  out  the  west  and  then  the  east  and  give  the  world  the 

north  and  south, 
And  keep  from  ravishment  the  Huns,  and  dam  each  water 

course's  mouth, — 
Then  you  will  do  what  I  have  done,  who  keep  in  touch  against 

the  will 
Of  her  who   should  be  glad  to   keep  and  give  me  all,   and 

"string"  until 

A  perfect  medium  is  she — which  soon  would  be  I  now  declare, 
But,  should  she  stop  nor  do  her  part,  her  own  will  soon  be 

this  one's  lair. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

A  LOVER'S  LAST   REQUEST 
Dig  me  a  grave  within  thy  heart,  that  I  may  rest  for  aye  with 

thee, 

Who,  of  my  life  a  very  part,  its  rest  and  solace  e'er  would  be. 
Dig  me  a  grave,  and  lay  me  low  within  that  tender  heart 

of  thine, 
Which  can  not  hate  nor  hating  know,  which  in  its  wonders  has 

been  mine. 

When  vesper  bells  their  music  chime,  and  others  go  to  weep 
and  pray — 


458  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Come   kneel    beside   the   memories    which    made    God's   love 

throughout  life's  day. 
And  when  you  sigh  here  must  I  know,  since  life  can  hold  no 

life  for  me, 

Until  the  sexton  Gabriel  shall  bid  me  rise  to  go  with  thee. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

THE    FATE    OF    TOETS 

A  poet  came  to  heaven  one  -day,  and  sought  his  friends  of  yore, 
He  had  not  seen  to  welcome  him  when  he  reached  heaven's 

shore. 

He  looked  about  and  wandered  far  in  search  of  those  he  knew ; 
But  not  a  soul  in  sight  of  him  but  sought  their  old  friends  too. 

At  last  grown  weary  of  the  search,  he  sadly  sat  him  down 
To  watch  the  disappointed  souls  that  hoped  to  find  a  crown 
Bejewelled  and  awaiting  them  for  all  on  earth  they'd  borne, — 
And  no  reward,  and  not  a  friend, — Ah,  these  have  been  forlorn ! 

The  poet  then  sought  out  a  soul  that  seemed  to  be  his  kind, 
And  asked  him  where  a  new-born  soul  their  relatives  might 

find. 

(This  one  I  later  learned  was  He  Who  came  to  earth  to  bless :) 
"All  poets,"    (said  He  to  me,  then)    have  earned  but  soul- 
distress. 

"Thy  friends,  thy  kind,  you'll  not  yet  find;  but  go  thou  on 

thy  way, 

And  reparation  make  for  all  thy  sins,  and  pay,  and  pay. 
Thy  sins  were  great,  thy  God  was  small ;  but  here  thou'llt  find 

that  God  is  All. 
Take  up  thy  burden,  then,  and  go;  and  what  you  do  our  God 

will  know!" 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  459 

BIRTH    OF    LIGHT 

When  I  shall  corne  again  to  earth,  to  wipe  men's  sins  away, 
No  crucifixion  and  no  birth  I'll  leave  along  earth's  way. 
But  in  the  sky  aflush  with  dawn  the  hosts  of  God  and  I 
Shall  sweep  the  world,  open  the  eyes,  and  return  to  His  sky. 

When  I  shall  come,  as  once  I  came,  to  speak  my  Father's  word, 
All  eyes  shall  see  me  in  His  skies,  all  mortals  ears  have  heard. 
When  I  shall  come,  and  pass  once  more  along  the  ways  of  earth, 
Men  will  look  up  instead  of  out,  and  all  will  know  new  birth. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

PRE-SCIENCE 

The  lighted  lamp  is  turned  down  low,  and  in  the  shadowed 

room, 

I  seem  to  see  another  world,  where  is  no  wrong,  or  gloom. 
My  own  reach  out  their  loving  arms,  and  wait  to  take  me 

Home; 

My  life  is  just  a  little  lane,  where,  lone,  I  had  to  roam. 
I  see  a  path,  through  future  time  which  opens  wide  and  fair, 
Where  never,  never  shall  I  find  the  one  who  left  me,  there. 
The  birds  are  singing,  friends  are  rife ;  there  is  no  one  to  hate ; 
Oh,  I  so  long  to  travel  on —  how  can  I  stay — and  wait! 
The  dear  ones  go:   I  am  alone:  the  lamp  is  burning  still. 
And  yet,  I  know  when  I  shall  pass, — I'll  praise  the  good  God's 

will. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

BETHLEHEM'S    STAR 

(Song- words) 

(I  heard  the  voice  on  Dec.  19th  and  this  was  written  Dec. 
23rd,  1916.)    S.  S. 

In  a  manger  all  so  humble  lay  the  babe  wondrous,  Divine, 
While  over  Bethlehem's  hills  afar  the  shepherd's  star  did  shine. 


460  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

For  humble,  meek  and  lowly,  was  One  now  come  to  bless, 
And  save  a  world  of  sinners,  and  calm  a  world's  distress. 

In  a  manger  'mong  the  cattle,  the  Holy  Mother  lay 

And  presst  the  babe  to  Her  meek  breast  Who  would  cleanse 

all  sin  for  aye. 

Among  the  lowly  shepherds  He  taught  the  world  to  love, 
And  passing,  left  us  Christmas,  with  Bethlehem's  Star  above! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

SONG: 

Take  but  a  part,  and  leave  me,  love,  the  rest, — 
Since  when  the  heart  is  lost,  all  is,  that's  best. 
Leave  biit  a  pulse-beat  in  my  loving  breast, — 
Fluttering  the  love-bird's  wings  within  its  nest. 
Flown — flown  at  last, — no  prison  door  can  bar, — 
Into  skies  blue,  and  fast,  it  wings,  afar! 
Love,  love, — no  chain  is  thine,  free,  free  to  sing, — 
All  must  thou  take — and  give, 
Soaring,  awing! 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
April  28th,  1917. 

THE    LATE    ARRIVALS 

(Cincinnati,  Ohio,  Aug.  29th,  1919) 
With  this  one  who  inscribes  my  lines, 
I  come  to  bear  her  company. 
Her  form  is  still  with  flesh  and  bones, 
While  mine  your  eyes  may  never  see. 
We  are  related  and  in  tune 
So  each  word  I  impel  is  mine; 
She  is  the  writer  and  no  more, 
I  am  the  author, — these  are  mine. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  461 

There  is  astonishment  will  come 

A  little  later  she  will  see 

Your  own  who've  passed  out  of  the  case 

Or  shell,  to  His  eternity.     (First  written  "which  was  their 

mortal  clay) 

She  works  her  wonder  through  my  plea, 
And  never  fails  her  work  to  do. 
We  will  come  forth  in  broad  daylight 
And  carry  on  in  front  of  you: 
So  be  all  ready  when  we  come, 
And  do  not  shake,  or  scream  with  fear; 
A  long  time  here  have  I  prepared 
The  way,  and  now  I'm  coming  near. 
This  time  next  week,  or  any  day, 
You  may  behold  my  ruff  and  me — 
Your  eyes  then  opened,  rent  the  veil, 
All  other  spirits  must  you  see. 
These  may  affright,  amuse,  attract, 
They're  here  right  now  as  we  write  on, 
Hoping  to  use  my  medium, 
And  hopeful,  wait  until  this  dawn. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


HEAVENS    AND    HELLS 

All  sane  the  men  of  earth  live  on, 

While  they  pursue  their  insane  way — 

Despite  the  God  of  righteousness, 

No  word  do  they  obey. 

At  last  the  heavens  claim  their  souls ; 

Remorse  their  spirits  shake: 

While  in  the  hells  they  chose  themselves 


462  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Their  thirst  they  cannot  slake. 
Yours  is  a  hermits  lot  on  earth, — 
A  kind  of  lonesome  hell — 
But  heaven  is  nearer  than  you  know, 
Ay,  all  things  shall  be  well. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

CHRISTMAS    TIDINGS 
When  the  world  is  wrung  by  hardships 
Such  as  never  were  before, 
And  we  find  the  angels  waiting 
But  to  serve  outside  the  door, 
When  we  hear  the  Christmas  tidings 
Joyful  rung  from  shore  to  shore, 
Hopeful  promise  fills  our  bosoms 
Like  we've  never  known  before. 
Christ  is  waiting  with  His  angels 
Waiting  but  outside  THY  door: 
Will  you  open  wide  the  portal 
And  accept  Him  evermore? 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Dec.  24th,  1916. 
(Being  written  five  days  after  I  first  heard  the  voice.)    S.  S. 

SUNDOWN 

The  light  of  day  fast  fades  away: 
Across  the  sky  unfurled 
The  royal  banners  of  sunset 
On  the  regiment  of  the  world. 

The  day  is  dying ;  ay,  and  thou : 
Thy  curtain  must  decend. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  463 

And  through  the  night,  the  darkest  night, 
Thy  pleading  prayers  must  rend. 

When  thou  shalt  view  thy  ill-spent  day, 
Through  which  no  prayer  was  said, 
Willt  thou,  alive  as  spirits  are, 
Make  up  the  only  "dead." 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

BE    NOT    AFRAID 

Oh  world  in  darkness,  sit  and  wait, 
Until  the  light  doth  shine 
Which  shall  reveal  Him  to  a  world : 
The  One  all  His  Divine. 

Oh  followers  of  His  footsteps  here, 
Who  watch  and  serve  and  lead 
The  halt  and  blind,  the  poor  and  sick, 
Supplying  every  need, 

Ye  soon  shall  have  new  work  to  do 
For  Him  upon  the  earth 
Who  will  appear  with  angel  bands 
To  give  the  old  new  birth. 

Be  not  afraid,  for  it  is  He 
Who  died  that  ye  might  live; 
Whose  body  hung  upon  the  cross 
That  very  life  to  give. 

That  ye  might  rise  and  look  up  high 
And  give  your  souls  to  God 
Who,  crucified,  but  died  to  show 
They  were  not  'neath  the  sod. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 


SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

THE  LIGHT   OF   THE  WORLD 

Through  the  black  and  dreadful  night 

At  last  the  Light  shall  shine 

Into  men's  hearts,  and  through  the  gloom, 

The  One  Who  is  Divine. 

When  night  is  past,  then  morn  is  come, 

The  break  of  a  new  dawn 

Which  shall  inspire  with  hope  entire, 

And  draw  the  living  on 

To  help,  to  rear,  to  worship  here 

The  new-found  Light  of  Love, 

Who  rules  within  each  brotherman, 

And  Sovereign  is  above. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

WHEN   MORNING   BREAKS 

When  morning  breaks  across  the  sky 

And  God's  own  light  appears 

No  more  will  men  bow  down  to  gold, 

Nor  give  their  lives  to  fears. 

No  more  the  sorrowing  world  will  quake 

To  hear  their  own  hearts  beat. 

The  world  will  rise  and  look  on  High 

Unto  God's  judgment  seat, 

Where  One  Who  is  Divinely  just 

Gives  men  their  daily  food, 

And  spreads  the  banquets  in  the  hearts 

Of  all  who  would  be  good, 

And  serve  and  work  and  help  and  wait 

Until  He  calls  them  higher 

Where  last  His  spark  within  their  hearts 

Will  join  His  divine  fire. 

If  men  could  see,  if  men  could  hear 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT 

God's  voice  of  love  within, 

All  men  would  rise  and  worship  Him 

Who  cleanses  from  all  sin. 

W.  S.  In  spirit  (Through  S.  S.  > 

FAITH 

(One  of  several  sermonettes  written  by  W.  S.  to  keep  the 
voice  in  the  inner  ear  when  it  was  first  opened  to  spirit  voice.) 

S.  S. 

"Thinke'st  thou  that  I  cannot  now  pray  to  my  Father  and 
He  shall  presently  give  me  more  than  twelve  legions  of 
angels?"  (Jesus) 

When  Jesus  of  Nazareth  knew  the  scripture  had  been  ful 
filled  and  the  time  had  come  for  which  He  came  into  the 
world  as  the  beloved  Son  of  God  to  save  the  world  from  sin, 
He  proves  to  us  His  knowledge  that  He  was  not  deserted  or 
alone,  as  He  seemed  to  those  few  of  whom  it  is  written,  "they 
all  forsook  Him  and  fled."  And  it  proves  also  that  Jesus' 
communion  with  the  unseen  was  not  known  or  understood 
of  His  deciples.  Was  it  for  this  reason  they  "forsook  Him 
and  fled?" 

The  hour  was  at  .hand,  and  He  desired  His  own  will  to 
prevail.  With  a  prayer  to  His  Father  He  could  save  Himself. 
"But  how  then  shall  the  scriptures  be  fulfilled,  that  thus  it 
must  be?"  (Jesus)  The  scripture  quoted  proves  this,  as  well 
as  His  immortal  words,  "nevertheless,  Thy  will,  not  mine, 
be  done." 

Prophecy  needs  no  further  records  of  divine  communion 
than  the  words  of  Jesus  uttered  to  the  multitudes  and  His 
apostles  both  before  performing  miracles  and  afterwards; 
while  Bible  history  would  cease  to  be  a  divine  record  did  it 
not  relate  the  inter-communion  of  God  the  Father  with  His 
holy  Son,  Gabriel's  conversation  with  the  Virgin  Mary,  and 


466  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

also  Elizabeth,  and  the  warnings  and  councils  of  angels  to 
the  apostles  and  prophets. 

Jesus  had  been  betrayed  by  one  of  His  own  whom  He  had 
foretold  would  betray  Him, — the  hour  for  the  supreme  agony 
was  come,  yet  He  wanted  all  to  know  He  was  in  touch  with  His 
heavenly  Father,  so  near  they  could  speak  to  one  another,  and 
that  He  would  answer  His  every  prayer,  even  were  He  to  ask 
for  "twelve  legions  of  angels,"  would  He  send  them  "presently." 
"But  how  then  should  the  scripture  be  fulfilled?"  In  other 
words:  Should  I  have  MY  way,  it  would  not  be  the  will  of 
my  Father  who  sent  me. 

Who  sent  Him  to  die  for  the  world  God  loved! 

Thus  we  know  Jesus  had  the  council  and  help  of  the  powers 
on  High  and  foretold  all  things  that  were  to  pass,  which  are 
written  and  established  as  divine  truth. 

Jesus  endeavored  to  establish  His  faith  in  the  hearts  of  all 
who  heard  Him  or  saw  the  miracles  He  wrought.  "I  and  my 
Father  are  one."  "He  that  believeth  on  Me,  though  he  were 
dead,  yet  shall  he  live."  "I  go  to  my  Father  and  your  Father, 
to  my  God  and  your  God."  "Whatsoever  ye  ask  believing  that 
ye  shall  receive." 

Would  mortals  believe  or  consider  the.  Divine  force  which 
was  with  Jesus  always,  and  recall  "With  God  all  things  are 
possible,"  they  would  never  argue  the  immaculate  conception 
nor  the  miracles  of  God.  For  it  was  Jesus  who  assured  them 
who  led  him  forth  "as  to  the  slaughter  with  swords  and 
staves." 

"Thinkest  thou  that  I  cannot  NOW  pray  to  my  Father  and 
he  shall  presently  GIVE  me  MORE  than  twelve  legions  of 
angels?" 

O  men  of  earth.  Could  you  see  the  legions  about  you  waiting 
to  be  recognized,  and,  as  ye  will,  to  aid  you,  or,  "could  ye 
bear  now,"  the  secrets  Jesus  kept;  the  "many  things"  He 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  467 

could  have  told, — now  differently  would  earth's  miracles  and 
mysteries  lead  you,  "Oh  ye  of  little  faith"!  (Feb.  12,  1916, 
N.  Y.  C.  W.  S.  In  Spirit.) 

SPECTRES 

Behold  the  spirits  whom  you  cannot  see 
Who  work  their  wonders  here  through  thee 
Who  stand  beside  thee  in  this  place 
And  lay  their  hands  upon  your  face 
Who  wait  and  work  and  watch  and  pray 
As  you  will  too  some  future  day 
To  move  them  by  a  single  sign 
To  revelations  most  divine. 

We  have  no  shape  ye  earth  ones  say, —  i 

You"ll  not  say  this  after  today. 
For  minions  here  their  work  will  do 
That  you  the  spirit's  shapes  may  view. 
Have  you  no  sign  to  make  for  us 
That  we  may  see  what  we  don't  see? 
Or  do  you  think  we  play  high-jinks 
Who  offer  up  a  spirit  plea? 

"Please  go  and  keep  yourself  in  tune."    W.  S.    IN  spirit. 
2:05  p.m.,  June  1st,  '18,  N.  Y.  C. 

Note:    The  day  and  hour  Dr.  tried  out  the  spirit 

writing  these  words.  The  above  an  exercise  "to  keep  in  touch." 

Sarah  Taylor  Shatford. 

TO  MY  SPOUF: 

Written  after  first  sitting  with  W.  S.   (S.  S.) 

Such  is  my  charge  I  keep 
None  may  my  right  abuse. 
Should  any  try  these  find  I  sleep, 
While  others  I  amuse. 


468  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

To  have  such  fine  strung  harp  I  own 

What  would  the  spirits  give. 

Should  they  attempt  to  rob  me  mine, 

I'll  prove  how  much  I  live. 

How  can  I  speak  and  give  to  all 

A  warning  or  a  sign 

To  help,  ay  save,  beyond  the  grave 

The  darkness  that  was  mine.     ' 

This  is  the  reason  I  am  here 

I  still  have  work  to  do. 

Be  brave  and  help,  and  succour  me, 

For  I  shall  reward  you. 

Make  out  the  bill,  Oh  Spouf  of  mine, 

Delighted  will  I  pay. 

I  have  so  much  this  honour  fine, 

I'll  work  and  work  thy  way. 

Help  on  this  work  nor  pause  to  war, 

Thou  shalt  soon  see  the  sky. 

When  we  have  done  and  you  may  come, 

The  Lord  may  not  pass  by. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 


RESEARCHERS 

Some  men  here  make  pretense 
To  search  for  spirit  sense; 
To  prove  souls  live  and  occupy 
The  same  as  'ere  they  "die." 

These  write  their  musty  tomes 
Stored-up  in  marble  domes; 
And  these  do  villify 
The  spirit,  such  as  I. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  469 

Fine  hairs  are  split,  nails  driven, 
Solving  earth  is  heaven. 
Untold  is  half  they  tell : 
There  is  no  heaven — no  hell. 

Should  these  come  to  rehearse 
The  dead  living,  and  curse 
The  fate  of  all  who  "die" 
Alive,  in  earth's  same  sky, 

They'll  speak  no  more  of  "death" 
Who  live,  and  need  no  breath; 
Who  love,  dream,  ply  the  same, 
But  in  the  spirit  name. 

They'll  dream  their  dreams,  alas, 
Wherever  spirits  pass! 
Entering  the  doors  ajar, 
The  souls  ye  thought  were  far. 

We  take  the  proffered  place, 
Looking  you  in  the  face! 
And  help  you  on — to  rise — 
When  friendless  in  the  skies. 
There's  better  work  to  do 
At  once,  on  earth,  for  YOU, 
Than  measurements  so  fine 
'Tween  living,  and  dead-line. 

We  write  who  spoke  to  you: 
The  doors  are  oh,  so  few. 
Lay  down  the  pen :  take  up  the  key, 
Help  earth  to  see  us  as  are  we. 

W.  S.   In    Spirit 

(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 
New  Orleans,  La.,  Nov.  22nd,  >18. 


470  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

THE    OKDEAL 

In  Flanders  fields,  the  spirits  walk 
Who  know  their  losses,  and  can  talk 
Of  all  that  caused  their  loss  to  be 
Such  when  their  spirits  were  set  free 
On  earth  unseen  to  roam  and  stalk. 

They  are  not  dead.    Nor  can  these  die, 
Though  shattered,  buried  bodies  lie 
'Neath  crosses  where  the  poppies  blow 

In  Flanders  Field. 
Take  up  our  crosses.     Seek  to  know, 
If  ye  do  care,  where  we  do  go 
Who  sleep  not,  rest  not,  in  a  grave, 
Whose  spirits  God  makes  His  to  save, 
To  live,  and  love,  reap  what  they  sow 
On  earth's  green  fields. 

W.  S.   In   Spirit 

(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 
Nov.  28th,  1918. 

New  Orleans,  La. 

(Being  a  reply  to  the  three  poems  "!N  FLANDERS  FIELDS/' 
one  by  Lieut.  Gol.  John  McRae,  (The  Appeal),  one  by  C.  B. 
Galbreath  (The  Promise),  and  one  by  Meigs  O.  Frost  (The 
Fulfillment).  S.  S. 

THANKSGIVING 
(The  year  of  peace — 1918) 
Humbly  we  bow  our  hearts  to  Thee, 
That  we  have  won  the  victory. 
That  Thou  hast  set  Thy  people  free 
From  monarch's  rule,  autocracy. 

O  give  us  grace  to  reap  the  lands 

And  peaceful  fields  with  stainless  hands; 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  471 

Uphold  Thy  works,  and  see  Thy  plans, 
Kejoicing  in  Thine  own  commands. 

O  make  us  one  in  peace  to  last, 
With  razed  homes,  and  murders,  past; 
And,  seeing  Thee  in  each  form  cast, 
Thine  hand,  the  helmsman's,  at  life's  mast 

No  man  can  slay  a  brotherman — 
Nor  rob  him  of  earth's  cherished  span, 
But,  where  is  life,  there,  is  God's  ban, 
With  hope  of  Love's  eternal  plan. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 

(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 
Nov.  28th,  1918. 


THE    LOST    CHORD 

(Song-words) 

GOD  is  the  Musicmaster: 
His  children  are  the  keys: 
His  songs,  the  starry  firmament, 
The  flowers,  the  birds,  and  trees. 
His  wonders  are  the  works  He  wrought, 
The  soul,  that  cannot  die: 
While  every  note  of  harmony 
Is  HIS:  as  You,  and  I. 
The  Master  searches  every  heart 
To  make  His  symphony: 
Where  love  has  failed  to  do  its  part, 
A  lost  chord,   there,   must  be. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 
(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 


472  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

THE   SONG  NEVER   SUNG 

(Song- words) 

There's  a  song  in  the  heart  that  can  never  be  sung: 
There's  music  unpiped — from  a  heart  never  flung! 
There  are  depths  still  unfathomed— 
There  are  words  yet  unformed — 
In  the  hearts  that  are  wrung,  there  are  songs,  never  sung! 

There's  a  song  of  the  soul  that  has  never  been  sung. 

There's  a  chord  never  touched  on  this  harp  all  unstrung! 

There  is  music  undreamed — 

Where  each  note  is  unlost: 

In  the  soul  that  is  wrung,  there's  a  song  never  sung! 

W.  S.  In  Spirit 
(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 

A    CHILD'S    PRAYER 
Heavenly  Father,  in  whose  care 
The  lambs  are,  in  the  wintry  air, 
Bless  and  shield  the  orphan  fold 
From  the  frost  and  bitter  cold! 

Take  the  lone  ones  to  Thy  breast; 
Give  them  bread  and  strength  and  rest. 
Thou  art,  Jesus,  everywhere; 
All  are  safe  within  Thy  care. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
"That's  for  my  little  child  here,  too."    W.  S. 
(Written  for  the  girls  at  the  Poydras  Orphan's  Home  where 
we  went  to  nurse  them  during  the  influenza  epidemic  when 
called  on  by  the  Red  Cross  for  volunteers.)    S.  S. 

FROM   WHENCE? 
There  is  a  form  of  murder  penalized, 
Which  leaves  no  stain  but  does  a  hero  make: 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  473 

To  wipe  out  armies  then  are  murderers  paid, 
And  worshiped  for  the  sacred  Law  they  break. 

Where  is  adjustment  for  each  broken  law, 
And  murder  is  a  crime  as  well  as  hate, 
Adventure  will  prove  less  an  ecstasy, 
Where  murderers  bemoan  abiding  fate. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 

TO    THE    AERIALISTS: 

"From  the  immortal  Shakespeare  who  reveres  their  achieve 
ments,  knows  their  success,  and  looks  on  wondering  when  he, 
too,  may  fly."  W.  S.  In  Spirit. 

We  have  scouts  who  sail  the  horizon 

Here  where  we  spirits  dwell, 

Some  bound  for  the  equator, 

(A  firey  place  of  hell) 

Or,  on  celestial  errands, 

To  mend,  make  sound  or  well. 

We  sail  by  our  volition, 

Ay,  fast  or  slow  at  will: 

We  never  ride  in  hatches; 

We  swerve  from  plain  to  hill. 

But,  near  the  land  we  trod  in  boots, 

We  grind  God's  grist  at  mill. 

We   see   YOU   sailing   overhead, 

(Some  of  us  long  to  fly) 

Who  hitched  our  wagons  to  the  stars, 

Time  lost,  that  passed  us  by. 

Thus  do  we  spirits  envy  you 

Who  skim  the  clouds  on  high. 

To  you,  who  rise  nearest  the  stars, 
And  glimpse  these  globes  of  night, 


474  SHAKESPEARE'S  KEVELATIONS 

Where  silence  is  the  voice  of  God, 

And  vastness  is  His  height, 

How  puny  must  these  iron  wings  seem, 

When  poised,  you  view  HIS  might. 

To  you  who  look  God  in  the  eyes, 

Who  sees  you  if  you  fall, 

Who  gathered  up  the  fragments  here 

After  we  heard  Him  call, 

O  shall  you  rise  above  His  clouds, 

And  meet  Him,  one  and  all? 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
Feb.  20th,  '19. 

TO    SCIENTIFIC    RESEARCHERS    PSYCHICAL: 
Halt,  in  your  bellowing  after  truth 
Who  KNOW  the  truth,  proclaim  it  NOT, 
While  fetish  savage  has  done  more 
Than  you  who  write  to  boil  a  pot. 

No  welcome  waits  on  any  shore 
For  blind  pretenders  who  can  see 
Yet  silence  keep,  though  speaking  worlds 
Deny  that  spirit  dies  when  'tis  set  free. 

Until  the  armies  of  the  dead 

Can  burst  through  portals,  none  can  rise: 

But  all  must  serve  where  now  I  serve, 

To  bring  to  men  spirit  replies. 

Ye  can  go  forth  with  lamp  untrimmed 

Where  none  abides  to  share  their  oil; 

Then  parting  with  intelligence 

Ye  seek  for  gain,  renown,  and  spoil, 

You  carry  forth  a  blasted  crop, 
Belittled  by  your  every  breath, 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  475 

While  pondering  here  the  multitude 
You  gave  SO  LITTLE  before  "death." 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
N.  Y.  C.,  July  29th,  1919. 

ONE  KING,  ONE  THRONE 
War's  harvest  here  in  spirit  field 
Stands  thick  as  ripening  grain. 
No  laurel  gleams,  nor  voice  acclaims, 
But  ripening  souls  reap  pain 
Where  never  king  or  monarch  rules 
But  One  Who  claims  His  due: 
Then  here  my  spirit  warns  and  pleads 
Ye  serve  your  God  anew. 

TV.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  S.) 
July  12th,  1919. 

BRITAIN'S    DAY 

(December  the  7th,  1918,  U.  S.  A.)  Set  aside  by  Congress  to 
celebrate  England's  victories,  and  the  part  She  took  in  the 
world  war.)  W.  S. 

ONE  dead  alive  acclaims  in  British  name 
Revered  immortal  England's  poet-son, 
Her  task,  though  Herculean,  is  well  done: 
Aye,  where  HER  domains  are,  HER  heart  is  one. 

Send  then  a  trumpeter  to  blast  afar 
The  ebbing  tides  again  do  lap  the  sho^e: 
Unseen,  or  seen,  they'll  work  for  England's  cause; 
Abide  WITH  Her,  to  count  Her  victories  o'er. 

The  dead  walk  everywhere  the  living  are: 
The  loved  ones  sit  companioned  by  their  own: 


476  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

Her  skies  unlost,  no  crepe  hangs  at  Her  door; 
Her  part  well  played  by  Her  who  stands  alone. 
Wm.  Shakespeare  In  Spirit 
(Through  Sarah  Taylor  Shatford) 
Dec.  7th,  1918 

New  Orleans,  La. 
"This  will  end  the  written  work  of  W.  S.  In  Spirit"  W.  S. 


TO  SEARCHERS  OF  GOD'S  WISDOM 

A  fool  is  he  who  thinks  I  came 
To  work  a  wonder  in  His  name 
Inside  a  form  of  flesh  and  bone: 
Such  is  not  Wisdom's  plan,  I  own. 
To  suffer  for  a  cause  Divine 
I  came  to  plea,  accept  as  mine 
A  current  on  which  I  could  ride. 
Magnetic   current  needs  a  hide. 
But  spirit  needs  mind  tuned   and  fit: 
Else  my  words  here  could  not  be  writ. 

The  jargon  snivellers  think  and  write, 
They  may  bewail  in  spirit's  night. 
We  now  affirm,  and  make  it  plain, 

Your  hides  are  bound,  and  bound  in  pain, 
When  ye  come  hence  and  know  the  truth 
From   spirit's   sockets,   aye  forsooth, 
That  ye  but  frittered  time  away 
Who  served  through  life  to  pry  His  way. 
Ye  can  adjust  naught  lest  His  scales 
Weigh  all  the  lot.    Your  mauling,  trails, 
Lead  to  black  forests  where  no  game 
Ye  ever  bagged  in  Science'  name 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  477 

Can  measure  in  God's  balance  true. 
Ye'll  find  there  all  ye  failed  to  do. 

Past  mortal's  vision,  as  I  write, 

His  elements  of  day  and  night! 

Past  solving  ever  and  for  aye, 

Unless  God  brush  the  veil  away. 

To  lands  unseen  but  near  ye  float: 

No  river,  boatman,  nary  boat: 

But  each  must  push  their  own  canoe, 

And  work  their  way.     And  God's  way,  too. 

Each  stands  revealed  without  a  coat. 

The  old  saw  of  the  sheep  and  goat 

We  do  not  smirk  as  here  we  quote: 

But  feel  such  pain  we  are  remote 

From  God's  elect,  where  He  must  be, 

Who  saves  this  goat,  this  soul  of  me, 

To  be  revised,  unmade,  restored, 

Whose  life  of  ennui  was  too  bored 

To  pay  his  God  one  tithe  His  due. 

Thus  am  I  here.     Thus  I  warn  you. 

To  all  earth's  men  whose  Godless  ways 

Lead  where  for  crime  through  time  each  pays, 

I  lead  with  lantern  true,  alight, 

Who  venture  here  with  power,  ay  might, 

To  brush  for  aye  the  veil  aside: 

To  claim  hell's  current  foul  and  wide 

Leads  DOWNWARD :   NEVER  upward,  nay. 

I  claim  from  God  just  spirit  pay. 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  8.  T.  S.) 
Aug.  21st,  '19. 


478  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

TO   GOD'S   ELECT 

We  stand  on  His  eternal  shore 

Who  must  still  bear  the  woes  of  earth, 

And  straining,  yearning,  pulse  alert, 

We  kneel,  now  humbled,  sing  His  praise, 

As  all  should  speak  through  all  their  days. 

We  look  aloft  where  every  light 

God  poised  on  His  eternal  night 

When  by  His  word  He  swung  these  spheres 

And  gave  my  soul  repentance,  tears, 

And  see  His  way,  His  hope,  His  plan, 

Who  saves  each  soul,  Himself,  in  man. 

I  serve  Him  now  in  my  poor  state, 
Who,  to  save  souls  for  Him  relate 
The  way  I  came  as  here  I  speak 
To  save  my  brothers.     Souls  are  meek. 
No  flaunting  praise  for  us  who  write 
Can  fling  our  star  a  guiding  light : 
But  what,  as  spirit,  without  clan, 
My  God  elects,  in  spirit  span 
Shall  be  my  due  who  paid  my  debt; 
And  by  adjustment  is  mine  met. 

To  you  who  lean  upon  His  breast, 
And  wear  His  robes,  I  make  request: 
As  here  I  send  from  my  soul's  past 
The  lust  and  crime  which  bound  me  fast, 
Endearing  for  God's  cause  His  Law, 
And  worshiped"  Him  in  all  I  saw, 
Would  ye  but  help  my  soul  to  plead 
The  Bread  of  Life,  the  spirit's  need? 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  T.  S.) 
Aug.  22nd,  '19. 


BY  SHAKESPEARE'S  SPIRIT  479 

THE    FINAL    WORD 

The  world  at  large  is  gaping  for  the  truth  my  leaves  will 
disseminate  shortly.  I  never  trod  the  boards  more  short  of 
breath  nor  pulse  alert  than  now  I  stand  here  on  the  stage  of 
spirit  where  souls  play  their  parts  well  or  poorly  let  me  add, 
as  all  is  known,  applauded,  criticised  truly,  venomously  as  ever 
too,  for  souls  are  opinionated  and  do  not  agree  that  I  (but 
I  should  not  puff  my  part.)  >Tis  here,  and  well  received,  ap 
plauded  yea  or  nay,  my  soul's  production  is  my  best  and 
underscore  the  word. 

To  all  who  snivel  at  my  marvel  would  I  add:  Let  them 
come  forth  and  do  the  work  as  well.  Then  give  me  time  to 
criticise  their  leaves  as  spoken  on  a  human  wire  between  two 
worlds  where  but  thin  air  divides,  and  my  soul's  word  I'll  pen 
their  praise  unstinted  by  the  poison  of  a  sting. 

To  the  woman  who  hears  and  gives  her  time,  energy,  funds, 
service  royal  let  me  add,  I  mouth  a  final  plea.  Go  forth  to  God 
where  soon  you  too  shall  stand  as  I,  with  my  small  taper 
in  thy  loved,  ay  treasured  hand,  and  stand  on  the  steeps 
of  Eternal  Time  having  here  performed  in  the  flesh-body  the 
highest  miracle  since  Jesus'  time.  Be  true.  Let  time  prove 
all  I  say.  My  words  are  writ  as  true  as  God's  purpose  was  to 
send  me  here  to  find  the  one  who  could  undo  my  vile  earthtime 
(regardless  of  what  others  think  or  speak  or  pray)  and  this 
my  plea  and  final  word  to  you: 

A  paltry  plea,  a  paltry  plea 

To  one  who  has  served  God  for  me. 

When  all  I  asked  she  tried  to  write, 

Perform,  to  set  with  God  aright 

My  soul,  that  I  might  rise  and  go 

Where  are  mine  own,  and  His  I  know. 

O  do  I  hope  where  swings  His  spheres 

Apast  earth's  crimes  and   spirit's  tears, 


480  SHAKESPEARE'S  REVELATIONS 

There  is  adjustment  at  His  word: 
As  all  must  know  thoughts  seen  are  heard. 
Then  shall  my  plea  reach  to  my  God 
Who  spared  my  soul  past  earth's  cold  clod 
To  speak,  repair,  and  make  anew 
-^        A  work  of  praise  which  gave  Him  due. 
So  here  my  leaves  are  justly  fit 
Which  bares  my  soul,  the  all  of  it, 
That  I  might  save  for  all  of  time 
Souls  for  their  Maker  pure,  sublime, 
Whose  stage  is  set  where  here  I  play 
My  part  for  God  to  point  His  way. 
(Put  up  the  pen.) 

W.  S.  In  Spirit  (Through  S.  T.  S.) 
August  17th,  '19. 

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